Under the bright lights, a petite silver-haired Vampire Lolita sat obediently on a delicate reddish-brown rosewood stool beside the bath.

The stool was sized for Mefia, so it felt a bit large for Avril.

The silver-haired Vampire Princess slightly hunched her snow-white shoulders. Though she knew Master was only bathing her with no ill intent, the little one still couldn’t relax, her whole body tense.

As Mefia’s hands gently pressed and rubbed over her, white foam gradually covered all her silver hair. Soap bubbles wrapped around half of the girl’s small frame.

No thought had been given to whether Avril could bathe herself. Mefia simply wasn’t about to miss this opportunity. Using this perfectly reasonable excuse, she thoroughly cleaned her little Pet.

“Rustle… rustle…” The soft sound of Mefia’s delicate hands rubbing against Avril’s hair.

“Mmm…”

White foam landed on the silver-haired lolita’s face, making her let out an uncomfortable murmur as she closed one beautiful blue eye.

“Splish… splash…”

Water splashed onto her head, and Avril—being bathed by Mefia—quickly shut her drowsy eyes.

A warm sensation returned to her head and back. Mefia was drying her hair with a towel.

“How is it?”

“Feeling comfortable?”

Though Mefia’s real goal was to grope and study Avril’s figure up close, it didn’t stop her from being in a genuinely good mood.

“Mmm…”

“Mmph…”

Another dismissive murmur. Facing away from Mefia, Avril didn’t know what the other might do next—but at least she didn’t have to stare into those eyes, sparing her from constantly watching Master’s expressions.

“I’ve never bathed anyone else before.”

Since childhood, others had always bathed her. She’d bought slaves for venting and playing with, but… it was always others serving her. Bathing another girl so thoroughly was truly her first time.

“You should feel lucky, you know?”

Half-jokingly, ignoring Avril’s wishes, Mefia turned the little one’s face toward her and gently pinched her soft cheeks. Her cute face was pulled into a half-bun shape.

“I-I know… Mast-ter~”

Forced to look at Mefia, she squinted her blue eyes slightly. The Vampire Lolita mumbled unclearly, and Mefia—who’d only been acting on a whim—smiled even wider.

“Mm.”

After drying Avril’s body, Mefia dressed herself first. She turned around.

Strands of hair still held a trace of glistening water droplets. The Vampire Lolita stood obediently in place, her hands fidgeting lightly in front of her pale thighs. During the bath, she’d been “taught” not to cover her body. Obedient Avril naturally didn’t dare oppose this “reasonable” demand.

The tender, alluring beauty fresh from the bath stood bare before Mefia, displaying herself completely. Washed clean, the Vampire Lolita seemed no different—except her skin was slightly redder.

Mefia herself had long been seen naked by Avril, but she didn’t mind. The little one had been tense the whole time, never actively looking at her, which made Mefia feel a bit bored. She was confident in her own charm—many nobles in the empire pursued her. Unfortunately… not a single one was a girl.

“Are you cold?”

After tidying herself up, Mefia approached Avril with a snow-white dress. She asked softly; if one didn’t know their relationship, they might mistake her for a caring older sister.

“N-No, I’m not cold.”

Avril shook her head slightly, answering in a low voice. Her mood was low. By now, even if unhappy, she didn’t dare show it. All of Master’s questions must be answered. All of Master’s demands must be obeyed. The poor Vampire Lolita didn’t understand much, but after punishments, she’d learned these two rules.

She wasn’t cold. Vampires had different physiques from humans, and the current temperature wasn’t chilly at all.

“Mm, good.”

A casual concern, mostly out of curiosity—she’d left the little one waiting while changing.

“You look lovely in white.”

“Besides, I haven’t prepared other clothes for you.”

“So wear this for now?”

“I wore this as a child; it hasn’t been touched for years.”

Unfolding the dress, a magnificent white gown—small compared to Mefia’s size—came into view. She’d only known Avril for about a day, so she hadn’t prepared outfits matching her cute little Pet’s taste. But it didn’t matter; new clothes could be arranged within two days. Other outfits—like maid dresses that would suit the little one—were already on her mind.

Hmm… Avril’s original pure white dress had amazed Mefia, and she hadn’t tired of seeing it yet, so the thought was temporarily pushed aside.

“What’s wrong?”

“Don’t like it?”

Seeing Avril staring blankly at the little dress, Mefia tilted her head, meeting the gaze of the girl twenty centimeters shorter, and asked softly.

“N-No, it’s not that…”

Avril shook her head lightly, explaining as if afraid of being misunderstood. Nervousness made her mispronounce the words.

The dress was beautiful. A white-themed gown adorned with blue embroidery of stars and palaces, a white bow at the chest, golden buttons, a cute puff collar, trumpet sleeves, and lace-trimmed hem. Royal attire, naturally made with top-grade fabric and embroidery. Avril didn’t understand these things, but she found it lovely. Her focus just wasn’t here. She felt no joy. If it were before, her father giving her a pretty dress would have made her very happy.

“I… like it…”

But noticing Mefia’s inquiring face, Avril subconsciously said something not untrue—yet she didn’t want to say it. Because if she said she didn’t like it, Master might get angry.

“Come here. Master will help you dress.”

Since she’d already bathed her, Mefia planned to handle the rest too—even if Avril could do it herself.