Bath (R-18)

Seth barely had time to reply before Vixen pulled him by the arm with the strength and enthusiasm of someone about to show off their new favorite toy to an invisible audience. 

"Come on, before anyone else tries to throw you out. And seriously... you're a mess." 

She dragged him into the elevator, as if he were just an exotic accessory in her glamorous routine. The doors closed behind them with a soft sound, drowning out the rest of the lobby and its newly evaporated tension. 

The interior of the elevator was decorated in matte gold with dark glass panels on the sides, reflecting the soft lights and the expressions of the two in an almost dreamlike way. 

"Do you really live in the penthouse?" Seth asked, raising an eyebrow as he watched the floors rise on the digital display. 

"Of course. Do you think I founded the Black Rose Guild to live in a janitor's room?" Vixen retorted, as if the idea was offensive. She smoothed her hair with a casual gesture, her eyes dancing in his direction. "And also... I like the view." 

Seth snorted a low laugh. 

The elevator stopped with a slight ding, and the doors opened to reveal a space that looked like it had come straight out of a futuristic architecture magazine. The penthouse was vast, with floor-to-ceiling glass walls that offered a panoramic view of the city below - the lights pulsing like the veins of a living heart. 

The floor was dark waxed wood, contrasting with modern design furniture in shades of burgundy, black and gray. A chandelier carved from crimson crystal hung over a large living room with a digital fireplace and floating shelves filled with books, works of art and bottles of fine liquor. 

"Follow me." Vixen said, already walking ahead, her heels clicking against the wood. 

Seth followed her into a side corridor where she opened a door - revealing a bathroom that looked more like a private spa. Black marble, a built-in whirlpool bath, smart mirrors, towels that looked like they were made of clouds. 

"Take off those clothes before she walks on her own. There are clean clothes in the cupboard next to the mirror. And please use the purple soap. The others are for visitors I like less." 

"Do you have any soaps for preference?" Seth arched an eyebrow, but his tone was amused. 

"Of course. You're a dirty Rank-E, but you're my dirty Rank-E now." She blinked, her eyes holding two hearts, then closed the door, leaving him alone. 

Seth looked around, let out a resigned sigh and began to take off his clothes covered in dungeon dust and dried blood. 

"Connie will kill me if she hears about this..." he muttered, throwing his shirt in the hamper and approaching the shower that seemed to have more technology than a luxury car. 

The bathroom seemed to have been designed by an architect with too much money and no sense of limits. It was more spacious than many apartments, with a luxury so brazen that it bordered on the surreal. 

The shower stall was made entirely of tempered glass, large enough to easily accommodate three people - or perhaps a small soccer team. The shower, built into the ceiling, was more like an artificial waterfall, with multiple water outlets that created a warm, even shower worthy of a five-star spa. 

On the opposite side, a whirlpool bath was built into a black marble base with brushed gold details, bubbling gently as if it were always waiting for someone important. Next to it, a Japanese bath stool - made of hinoki wood - rested next to a panel with oils, salts and soaps divided by scent and function.

Smart mirrors on the walls displayed temperature information, ambient music and even the weather forecast, while the heated floor gave off a pleasant warmth underfoot. 

It was, in essence, a sanctuary of hedonism. A place designed so that no one would be in a hurry to leave. 

"If Connie finds out about this..." Seth muttered, letting the hot water run down his shoulders, his head tilted back slightly as the steam began to fill the shower stall. "Well, be that as it may... I won't hold back if something happens." 

The water slid over his body like a liquid curtain, muffling the world outside. He closed his eyes for a few seconds, allowing himself a rare moment of relaxation. After rinsing off, he calmly got out and walked over to the Jacuzzi. He plunged in with a low sigh, the bubbling heat enveloping him like a silent embrace. For the first time in days, the chaos seemed far away. 

Until a soft voice whispered against his ear, low as a breath: 

"You look exhausted... why don't we make this more interesting and shower together?" 

Seth choked on his own breath and turned suddenly, his eyes wide. 

In front of him, shrouded only by the haze of steam, stood a stunning woman. Her mature body exuded confidence and desire - defined curves, skin tanned like gold under the warmth of the soft light, and long pink hair that fell like silk down her bare back. She was completely naked, and yet what was most striking was the amused and provocative expression on her face. 

"Vixen..." Seth murmured, still a little breathless. She smiled, tilting her head slightly like a cat who has just found the perfect toy. "Don't tell me you're running away now." 

Vixen approached with slow, almost feline steps, the soft sound of the water rippling gently with each bubble of the whirlpool. Seth was still processing the sight when he felt her arms pass gently around his shoulders - an embrace from behind, warm and insinuating. Her skin, still slightly damp from the steam, touched his back with a dangerous familiarity. 

She rested her chin on his shoulder, her lips just a few millimeters from his ear. Her voice came out like velvet mixed with fire: 

"So, what's it going to be...?" She slid one of her hands down his chest, tracing a lazy path with her fingertips. "Do you want me to come in... or would you prefer to go out so we can get to know each other better...?" 

Vixen smiled against his skin, amused by the tense silence that hung in the air. "You're all tense, Seth... It doesn't suit the man who stopped two S-Ranks and still said we were his... well, you said I'd win over time, but... well, I'm not one to expect much." She spoke and bit his ear. 

His silence was answer enough for Vixen. A mischievous smile curved her lips as she walked away with the grace of someone who knows exactly what effect she is having. 

She walked slowly over to one of the built-in cupboards, the soft light of the bathroom outlining her every curve as if the environment was conspiring to worship her. She opened the door calmly, taking out the same soap she had indicated for him to use minutes before - a sophisticated, woody scent with warm, sensual notes that filled the air with an almost hypnotic intimacy. 

Without rushing, she opened it and let some run down her hands. Instead of applying it directly to her skin, Vixen began to spread the foam slowly over her breasts, in slow, circular movements that were too provocative to be innocent. The white foam contrasted deliciously with the tan color of her skin, sliding over her curves like a silent dance. 

She glanced over her shoulder and smiled - a smile that said, "If you're not going to make a decision, then I'm going to turn the tables." 

She went back to him and stood facing him in the tub, took his hand and led it to her breast. "Hold on tight." She said. The hearts in his eyes appeared again as he felt the weight of that beautiful pair of breasts. She began to use them to wash him.

"Are you really going to do that?" Seth asked. He had said he wasn't going to hold back, but really, he instinctively did. He just needed confirmation...

"You know I will." She said, smiling as she moved closer to him and began to slip her breasts between one of his arms. "I'm going to wash you with my body." She said and "Just relax and let me take care of you for a little while." She said as she moved even closer to him.