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"I will prefer whatever you'd like, Master." She replied easily enough. She had seen both sides, masters who allowed her her privacy when bathing, and others who seemed to gain a sick satisfaction of watching her, some going as far as using it as time for her to entertain them.

She was really a funny little thing. While most slaves were either disobedient or completely broken, she was neither of those. Compliant but not without her free will intact. She had seen everything, and this...strange, passive indifference to every command he gave seemed to be an odd sort of coping device for her. Not enough to earn a beating from most, but not passive enough to be seen as a perfect little toy.
 
Damian laughed softly as she said that she would prefer anything he would like, he could see why the master before him had such a difficult time with her. This was different from trying to please the master by telling them what they wanted to hear, a true submissive would have picked out the thing they were certain of but she chose to give control back to the master without a hint of resistance but no real submissiveness either.

He smiled at her "we will bathe together but only touching little one no sex until at least after dinner" he said in a playful manner as he reached down to lace his larger fingers through hers, one of the servants had already filled the bath with water and oils to make it smell nice along with warming it up for them with a fire though that was now out "have you ever had a warm bath?" he asked curiously.
 
She nodded to him, and followed him down the hall easily as he took her hand. Again, no defiance, but a potentially annoying indifference.

It was how she had managed to avoid any commitment to one master for so long.

"I've been given warm baths before, Master.' she replied. "Some allow it, other prefer I wash by simply dumping a bucket of cold water over my head." She replied. "It usually depends on whether or not they wish for me to join them.'
 
The bathroom was quite large and the walls were decorated with many stone flowers, he had wanted it to be a nice relaxing place rather than the dark almost gothic tones that seemed to be on display outside with the gargoyles.

"Ugh cold water is the worst especially when they just pour it on you" he said casually as he entered the washroom with her, the tub was big enough to fit four people his size so it would easily fit them.

The smell was almost like lavender from the bath salts, "it is nice and warm now so hop in I will join your shortly" he said as he walked over to the servant and told him to tell the chefs to prepare a nice but simple dinner, no need to show off with a feast he thought to himself calmly.
 
Lily nodded, admiring the lavish bathroom as they entered, though she made it a point to not look too impressed.

The tub was huge, nothing like she had been allowed to use before. Even her warm baths were usually done in a basin barely big enough for her to sit in, save for when her current master had wanted a show from her.

She nodded to him as he spoke, and without a word, stripped out of the ragged clothing she had been wearing. Her back was littered with scars, covering her shoulders, arms, and down her thighs. They were old, no signs of any recent beatings. She slipped into the tub wordlessly, relishing the warm water on her skin.
 
Damian noted the scars that were upon her body and he wished to beat the men who had caused such a thing, he spoke to a servant and told them to get a very nice dress for Lily for when they were done with their bath.

After that it was his turn to strip down revealing a muscular form and quite the endowment which was quite large even when not aroused so one could only imagine it's size when he was ready for a fun play session.

He sat across the tub from Lily and gave her a little smile as the warm water rushed over his body "ah warm baths are always so nice especially when you have the company of a beautiful woman with you" he said in that oh so charming way of his.
 
She glanced over at him. She faltered, staring for just a moment, before she broke her gaze away from him. He was rather...intimidating, to say the least.

She brushed the ideas from her head, though, huddled up in the opposite side of the tub as he stepped into the water. Again, as he spoke, Lily glanced over to him, looking somewhat flustered.

"I...well, thank you." she said, blushing just slightly at the complement. She hoped it could pass as her just being warm from the bath. It wasn't often she received any sort of praise, particularly unwarranted like that. She had been called many things, but beautiful hadn't really been one of them.
 
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