The Charmer
“How thoughtful.”
“I was nearby,” he explained, extending a hand to assist Rhapsody from the pool.
Jasmine’s eyes got wide as the older woman thanked him as politely as if he’d just handed her a cup of tea. She walked over to the waterfall to rinse, as poised as if she were out for a stroll. When the procedure was repeated with his aunt, Jasmine hastily looked away. Even reminding herself that lots of cultures saw nothing wrong with nudity did little to help.
Urseya extended her hand, along with a sultry smile, and slithered out of the pool. She murmured something to Keilor that Jasmine didn’t quite catch, proudly standing before him in all her mud-slicked glory.
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