The dripping water faded away. In the opulent, lamp-lit bathroom, only quiet breaths and faint splashes remained.
Cold water had been added to the bath, and Mefia drained some hot water. The level barely changed, but the temperature dropped sharply.
On a half-height step in the bath’s corner, two beauties sat. A closer look showed the petite silver-haired Vampire Lolita perched upright on the golden-haired girl’s lap, water rippling gently around them.
Mefia had tied up Avril’s long silver hair, coiled neatly at her nape. With mist swirling and her damp, rosy cheeks, she looked utterly charming.
This odd position was Mefia’s demand. Avril disliked it but dared not complain—not after her water-temperature wish was granted. She just sat obediently on her Master’s lap.
"Comfortable now?" Mefia whispered, leaning close to Avril’s ear, her hands resting on the little girl. Warm breath brushed Avril’s flushed ear, making it tremble slightly.
This cool water was chilly for Mefia. But for Avril’s sake, a cold bath was fine. Though, she’d collect some interest. Mefia’s hands had been roaming over Avril since the start.
"Mm..." The Vampire Lolita’s soft voice sounded. A faint blush colored her cheeks. Young and sheltered—never meeting humans or other Bloodkin—she lacked such education. Yet instinct made her shy. And... itchy. She didn’t dislike being touched. But it was Mefia’s wish, and safe enough. She had no courage to refuse anyway.
"I’m curious," Mefia murmured, fingers gliding over Avril’s smooth skin. "How did you bathe before? Always cold water?" Books never covered such details. Avril’s body was soft, flawless—no dust, no oil. Like a cherished doll, Mefia studied her while asking. She longed to bite that snow-white ear but held back. It was only their first day; she wasn’t that impatient.
"Bathing?" Avril answered softly, no hesitation. "By the lake... or at home with warm water." Sitting on Mefia, back turned, made her nervous—though her Master seemed calm. She added carefully, "Today... is my first hot bath."
The petite Vampire Princess looked adorably blank to Mefia. "Hot bath"? What felt cool to Mefia might be warm for Bloodkin. Uncertain, Mefia shifted Avril sideways onto her thigh. The icy touch, the sight, the softness flooded her with comfort. Among her picky kin, no one satisfied her like this little one.
The sudden move startled Avril. Her whole body trembled. Big eyes met Mefia’s, then darted away. "Master...?" she whispered uncertainly. After one punishment, she used the title in every sentence. It pleased Mefia—a faint smile curved her lips. "Mm." She patted Avril’s cheek, noticing her red eyes. "Can they change back?" Those crimson orbs were lovely. A race that shifted eye color had neat skills.
"Mm." Avril closed her eyes briefly. When they opened, they were blue again—like their first meeting. Silent and obedient, she sat on Mefia’s lap, small hands hidden underwater.
Avril ached to say it. She was hungry... starving. But she didn’t dare. Usually drinking little blood, she felt she could gulp down... um... three cups! Her father never let her go hungry. Sadness washed over her.
"Your skin’s perfect," Mefia mused, still exploring. "No dust, no grease." Seeing a vampire’s body firsthand, she studied it seriously. Compared to half-elves like her, Bloodkin seemed naturally pristine. Avril’s hair and skin were smooth, fair as jade—icy and flawless. "Icy skin and jade bones" fit her perfectly.
"Mm..." Tickled, Avril squinted. She didn’t know how to answer, just shrinking back. "Are all Bloodkin like this?"
"I-I don’t know..." Her whisper was feather-soft, even fainter before Mefia. She shook her head lightly. Avril never hid answers she knew. But this adorably naive Vampire Lolita rarely left home. She didn’t understand her own body—how could she know her kin? She’d never seen other vampires, or many humans.
"Is that so?" Mefia sighed. "Alright. Shower gel time." Bloodkin bathing habits didn’t matter here. With Mefia, things went her way. Lathering her hands, she kept asking questions, fingers never still.
