After a day.... well, a night full of pleasure from his women and the new additions, Ash stood in the spacious bathing chamber turned dressing area, steam still curling lazily from the crimson-tiled floors.
The air smelled of blood-roses and warm skin, the massive arched mirrors fogged at the edges. He believed they would have some shyness today, a blush or averted gaze after everything… but they were shameless.
Raven leaned against the obsidian counter in nothing but a towel, black hair damp and wild. Summer lounged on the edge of the massive tub, legs crossed. Katherine stood before a mirror, combing blonde hair with slow, deliberate strokes.
Ash used his ring with a casual thought.
His outfit materialized, he wore baggy black sweatpants that hung low on his hips, a loose white oversized shirt that draped just right across his bronze chest, sleeves pushed to the elbows. Simple silver hoops glinted in both ears, catching the rose-gold lantern light.
