Chapter 93: The Noble Spa Experience
The bathhouse doors swing open with a flourish, and the three noble daughters burst inside in a fit of giggles.
"He’s really coming with us?" the eldest, Alirelle, gasps, practically bouncing on her toes.
"Oh, he’s not just coming," the middle sister, Thalina, snickers. "He’s going to make us come...pletely relaxed."
The youngest, Nymira, clutches her towel to her chest and squeals, "I’ve waited forever for this!"
Pip follows behind them, strutting in like a golden champion, joints freshly oiled, his body gleaming with magical polish. He lets out a modest beep, arms open, as if asking ’Where would you like me to start?’.
The daughters swoon in unison.
"This is going to be the best bath of my life," Alirelle declares, already shedding her robe as she dips a toe into the steamy pool.
Thalina joins her, sashaying toward the water, letting her towel fall away with a casual toss. "I’ve heard rumors," she purrs, "that he can... cleanse the soul."
Nymira claps her hands with glee, then quickly slips out of her towel and slides into the water, staring at Pip like he’s the crown jewel of the royal treasury. "I’m ready to be spiritually exfoliated."
Pip beeps again, something smooth and suave, and steps into the water, steam rising around his frame like a fog of mystery and promise. He settles in, letting the warmth cascade over his polished frame. Then, with a little twirl of his hand, the water around him glows faintly green. Flowers bloom on the surface. The bathhouse reacts to him like nature itself can’t help but be charmed.
The sisters shriek.
"Did you see that?!" Thalina squeals.