After placing the stone blocks of the Ancient Elf and the anti-magic gold bomb in position, Lann came to the side of Margaret's bathtub.
The female warlock always had a taste for enjoying life. A wooden plank was laid across the tub, holding fresh fruits, seafood scarce in winter, and a bottle of Afroues red wine from Toussaint.
The Demon Hunter picked up the wine bottle and poured the chilled expensive beverage into the warlock's already empty glass.
Drinking a mouthful of a cold drink while soaking in a hot bath must be extremely comforting.
Margaret casually rested the elbows of both arms on the edge of the bath behind her, unabashedly displaying her striking body.
Picking up the glass Lann had filled for her, the female warlock looked up at those amber cat eyes.
"Let me guess… you need my help with something?"
"You could say that."
Faced with Lann's smile, Margaret never really had a way to refuse.
She also quite enjoyed the feeling of being asked for help by Lann.
