Master

When their eyes connected, Inna froze, and Yren sighed, walking back over to the stool and sitting down. He picked up the wet, cold cloth and dropped it over his privates, wincing at the temperature.

"I am sorry, Master," Inna said as she closed the door wearing only a towel.

"It's fine; I am used to not really having any personal space anymore," Yren said, closing his eyes.

"That is good. That will be pretty much non-existent in the future. I would treasure your privacy while you have it, Master," Inna said as she fetched the bucket with hot water, soap, and a new cloth.

"You can drop the Master when we are alone. It's just you and I here, so drop the formalities for now. Let's talk seriously," Yren said as Inna wetted his hair.

"What is it?" Inna asked as she applied the shampoo bar to his hair.