The bathroom was bathed in dim light, filtered through tall, finely crafted copper wall sconces. The walls were light marble, veined with golden lines.
Heavy, thick-fabric curtains held in the warm air, enclosing the room in an intimate atmosphere. Steaming water filled the vast bathtub, its edges carved with elegant patterns.
"Hmmm…"
Ariana was immersed up to her chest, her back resting against the smooth wall. Her pale skin contrasted with the slightly cloudy water, scented with gentle oils. Her long chestnut hair, leaning more toward an orangey shade, naturally wavy, floated on the surface, following the slow movements of the water. A few damp strands clung to her neck and shoulders, accentuating the softness of her features.
A vision with the potential to inspire even the greatest contemporary poets and artists.
Her iridescent eyes, half-closed, caught the faint light and gave her a calm, calculating gaze.
