Rukiyo never expected that she would find herself bathing another person than herself— much less a grown adult, and to make matters even more unexpected, the one on the receiving end is a handsome elf who, despite his current disheveled state, exuded beauty.
Reyhangul is lean, more likely skin and bones at the moment, but elegant, his features sharp and refined even under the numerous layers of grime.
She had never thought she would be in this position, seriously.
Shaking her thoughts off, her hands started to move across his stained yukata, a frown tugging at the corners of her lips, but she quickly forced her face into a neutral expression, keeping her focus on the task at hand.
His yukata clung to him like a second skin from sweat and dirt, making Rukiyo feel awkward as she peeled it away inch by inch.
