Blood From Within Their Union.

A violet incandescence gave birth to flames as a lantern was ignited inside the bathhouse, revealing the scintillating starlight that reflected off the stone slabs inlaid at the satin touched floors. A small window was attached to the walls, hidden by the laced curtains, for it brushed against the slates it was plastered underneath. A rounded wooden tub was laid right at the centre, with hollow buckets stacked on top like a monolith just waiting to be unearthed by the audacious wanderers.

“Not bad,” Vincent stroked his beard and nodded.

“Looks awful!” Careen shook her head in discontent. “I miss my own bath!”

She walked next to the tub, lifted her long glistening legs and sat inside, “Vincent!”

“What now?” he asked.

“Go take these and fill up the tub!” she pointed at the empty buckets stacked up together.

“Sure whatever.”

“Master no! Let me do it!” Shyreiana grabbed onto his arm. “I am your maid! I should be the one--”