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“You can use whichever of the soaps you like,” said Sapphire Moonshadow gently. “I kind of … collect them. The argan oil one is probably best for your hair type. The water runs, but you’ll have to heat it yourself – Academy thing, but I’m sure that won’t be any problem for you.”
Opal Darkbriar nodded, looking very much worse for the wear. Her white hair was stained with greenish-brown globs of gunk and goo from the Divine Rage’s – now the Dismal Rage’s – very bad evening in the sewers. There was blood caked in inopportune places, like under the ridge of her pointed ear and on her eyelashes, and a full centimeter of dirt under each of her fingernails. She would be making very good use of the soap.
“Let me know if you need anything else.”
“Of course. Thank you,” replied Opal.
Sapphire nodded once and left, closing the bathroom door behind her. Opal lost no time in stripping out of her filthy, torn robes and her light armor that was soaked through with blood and sweat. It all fell to the ground in a damp pile. There was no more metal left to clang on the ground – her wand had snapped in the chaos, her sword had been stolen and her dagger had been lost between a paladin’s ribs. The only thing she still had on her was her jewelry, and she was lucky to have escaped with even that. The scumbag Knights of Marr hadn’t hesitated to rob the Nerians for everything they had. When King and Queen Thex heard about that, there would be hell to pay–
Opal pursed her lips and stepped over to the tub. She turned the tap and let the water run as she began unbraiding her hair. “Did they set us up?” she murmured to herself. It wouldn’t be the first time someone had usurped the authority of the Dark Father to serve their own pitiful ends, but she would have to investigate another day. For now, she cast the heating spell on the water and stuck a toe in. Pleasant enough, though anything was an improvement from the sewers. She slid into the tub.
She spent a moment registering the sensations: how the warm water stung her cuts but soothed her old aches and how the light pouring in through the windows refracted through one of Sapphire’s crystalline soap dishes. The inertia of the moment tugged at her. If she wanted, she could lie there forever, perpetually re-warming the water and watching the sun rise and set over Freeport through the glazed window. She sighed. Where would that get her? She would have to re-group and she’d have to do it alone, since no one else made it out alive. Frowning, she reached for one of the bars of soap. It smelled heavily of sandalwood, with a touch of orange. She smeared it over her arm, where it left dark gray suds, barely distinguishable from the color of her skin. Soon the water was a frightening sort of slate color – and she hadn’t even gotten to her hair.
She had just finished changing the water when Sapphire knocked on the door. “Are you all right?” she asked.
“Yes,” replied Opal.
“I just realized I forgot to bring you a towel. I’ll leave it outside, okay?”
“No, no, bring it in here, please. I need to wash my hair and won’t be able to get very far without dripping all over your floor.”
Sapphire creaked open the door and Opal sat up. She turned to face the other elf, sitting as straightly as she possibly could, her head held high and proud as her dirty white hair cascaded down her back. Her face was impassive as she inhaled in a way meant to draw attention to the water dripping from her nipples and the light from the window reflecting the soft slope of her breasts.
It worked. Sapphire froze mid-step, gasped softly, and hugged the towels tight to her chest. “Oh,” she said. “By the Matron, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to–”
“Mistress Moonshadow, I knew you were coming in, didn’t I?”
“What is this?” Sapphire asked, her pale cheeks growing pink. “Did you go to too many of those raunchy plays the Sentries of Love used to put on every Mirthday? ‘Shy high elf professor opens the door to find a busty Teir’Dal lounging in her bathtub’?”
Opal smiled.
“Let me tell you, nobody in those stories has hair that’s covered in filth.”
“Come help me wash it, then.”
Sapphire paused for a moment. “All right.” There was something about the command that she couldn’t bring herself to refuse. Opal’s confidence – and her tits – left no room for that kind of reaction. She knelt down on the floor and propped her elbows on the edge of the tub while Opal leaned her head back to dunk her white hair in the clean water. The way she moved made Sapphire nervous. She wasn’t used to looking at near-strangers like this, and yet her eyes greedily followed the way Opal’s necklace fell back down her collarbone as she arched her back. From there, her gaze moved to her petal-round tits, down the curve of her waist to the fullness of her hips, right to the white hair on her pubic mound, which was mercifully free of sewer gunk.
“Sapphire,” said Opal, tilting her head to catch her gaze. Her lilac eyes were wide and pleading as she reached her hand up to grab Sapphire’s and squeezed. “Take a hint, darling.”
Sapphire closed her eyes and moved in for a kiss. Opal rose up to meet her. She took her face in her wet hands and kissed her fiercely, with enough élan to get Sapphire to lean forward over the edge of the tub and fall into the water on top of her.
“Ah,” said Sapphire.
“Oh no, your robes are all wet,” said Opal, smiling again. “We’ll just have to get you out of those.”
“You did watch too many of those plays,” complained Sapphire – but she was already stripping.