Spa Sirens and the Maidens of Midnight

The sound of bubbling water, soothing flute music, and the soft rustle of silk robes replaces the chaos of the world around them. Steam curls from a hot spring nestled in the center of the luxurious spa suite, where Vaela, Lily, and Elsuana lounge like spoiled nobility.

Lilith, now known to the outside world as "Lily Sylreth," is sprawled across a padded recliner with cucumber slices on her eyes, a champagne flute in one hand and a blissed-out smile on her lips. Her raven-black hair has been wrapped in a turban by a terrified spa attendant, and her crimson eyes, when they peeked out, are slightly glassy with pleasure.

"I never want to leave this place. I've seen heaven. This is better!" she groans. "These fingers on my shoulders? Literal magic."

Elsuana chuckles from where she soaks in the mineral bath beside Vaela. "It's like watching a goddess discover luxury."

"She basically is," Vaela says as she lounges back with a gentle sigh.