Maid for Him
The rest of the walls were adorned with shells—tortoise, oyster, starfish—gleaming faintly as if still alive.
Rhea smirked, unimpressed.
“Pretty decorations. A little dramatic, don’t you think?”
A sudden splash. She whipped her head toward the pool just as a golden tail flicked above the surface. Then the Mermaid rose, hair slick and shining, a seashell crown catching the light. A seashell bra clung to her chest, a seaweed skirt swayed at her waist, her golden tail glimmering beneath her.
For a moment, Rhea’s breath caught. The creature was dazzling. But she quickly tilted her chin high.
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