Nanami Bathroom Figure Novels & Stories

It was a mini jacuzzi fit for two people customized to create a romantic atmosphere. Unlit candles of different sizes and thickness were all over the place. A glass chandelier hung right above the tub could be seen. There were bronze flower vases that housed long-stemmed tulips that Arissa or Diana usually changes every two days. Creamy white tiles as flooring and pale blue and gold tiles as walls. And lastly, a large glass enclosure for showering. Noman used to say that the bathroom was fit for a princess. Fit for her. And probably, he was right.

I should’ve been prepared for the pink princess bathroom. The walls and vanity were soft pink. The sink, toilet, and tub were white. The floor, shower, and sink were white marble with gold veins, and all the hardware was gold. The pink aside, it was a nice bathroom, and I appreciated the glass shower surround because even though the glass was steamed, I could easily see the outline of Hana’s naked body facing away from me.

Nanami said approaching them, she was holding a baby goat and kept on caressing its head. “Where did you get that?” Cannai asked as he stands up. “Outside the gate. I think it escapes so I’m taking it back.” Nanami kneeled and free the baby goat from her warm hands as she paint a smile, they watch it go back from the mother goat. Cannai watch his lovely wife smiling widely but his look seemed to be pitying her. Nanami glanced at him as he looks away pretending to be wiping his nose. “Young lady, you can take my jacket,” General Malta said handing his army green soldier jacket to her.

Inconspicuous on the dark corner of the desk next to the jointed lamp stood a black wooden figure perhaps the height of one-and-a-half handspans. Aminata jumped up and fetched it, and when Amy took it into her hands she saw that it was a carving of a woman. The limbs were too short for realism, the body too long and the hands too big, but the final effect was of pattern and intent. The arms were raised to frame the elegant head, leaving the small, pointed breasts and pregnant belly to form their own springing lines. Hips and belly were each carved with a band of chevron-stripes which echoed the slanting lines of the eyes and mouth. 'She's wonderful,' Amy said, cradling the little figure in h