She drifted lower—slipping into the steaming water of the sunken pool with a soft hiss of frost meeting heat.
Steam bloomed thicker, violet-tinged, as she floated toward him—small hands reaching for the hem of his torn shirt. "Now, let me bathe you, Master. You're all bloody inside and broken. I'll make it feel so good~."
Phei nodded—
That's quite… useful. It'll come in handy. No need to explain shit to her. She knows as much as I do—no, even better than I do, maybe.
Melissa, Maddie, and Sierra were still watching—confused, hovering at the edge of the room. Melissa's voice cut in—sharp, possessive. "Phei, seriously—who are you talking to? You're freaking us out."
"Girls, relax." He said.
"Can the Consort and her stupid master see you?" He said the fairy.
She giggled—high, childlike, covering her mouth with small hands. "You mean that sky-slicing shortie?"
