{AURORA'S POV}
The moment they led me into the bath chamber, I realized I didn't have a choice.
The room was warm, bathed in the soft glow of lanterns hanging from gold hooks. Steam rose from the marble tub, carrying with it a scent so rich and floral it made my head spin. I barely had time to take it all in before the girls started stripping the cloak from my shoulders.
"Wait—" I tried to grab the fabric, but they were faster.
The cloak slipped from my shoulders and fell to the floor with a soft thud, leaving me naked under the dim golden light.
My arms shot up on instinct, crossing over my chest, though it did little to cover my naked body. Heat rushed to my cheeks, not from shame exactly, but from the sheer strangeness of it. These girls moved like dancers—graceful, efficient, unbothered by my protests. Their laughter was soft and almost musical.
"It's alright," one of them said, her voice smooth as honey. "We don't bite."
