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[it's a beautiful apartment. more than some people could dream about for a multi-family house, back where he comes from. the bathroom alone could house a family-

-and there is someone else in it right now.

someone he did not invite.

Akande stands in the doorframe, somewhere between perplexed and angry. Did someone really break in here to use his bathtub?]

[Yes.

Yes, they did.

It's not really breaking in, is it? He invited her over. Once. One evening. Maybe he didn't mean that as an open invitation, but here Rosalind is, her clothes off and her hair pinned up, back to the door, soaking in an absurd amount of hot water. She has the audacity to not even look up as the door opens, instead just focusing on her reading.

Like it's her house. Like this is all so natural.]

You have a better bath than mine.

[--is offered after a long few seconds, her head tipping just slightly to the side.]

And my home reeks of blood right now.

[Indeed, there's a slight red tinge to the water.]

[He's being taken advantage of. That's what it comes down to; his good grace and interest in keeping her friendly means that she has decided she can simply waltz (well, maybe not waltz) in and use his facilities whenever she pleases.

Very evenly, very steadily-]

Did you at least bring your own supplies?

[gurl are you using his body wash because there gon be more red in there]

[Rosalind half-glances behind her, a little smirk on her face.]

Don't you want me to smell like you?

[No, she did bring her own supplies. She just likes pushing the envelope. But they're there, neatly stacked in a corner, half-hidden behind his own.]

[Rosalind pls. To that he snorts, slightly, and approaches without shame or modesty. Certainly, he's clothed, but he's seen her in worse states.

And honestly, he's curious about the whole. You know.]

What happened in your home?

[Naturally, she's naked in the water. And yet if there's any embarrassment, it certainly isn't showing in her expression. Perhaps she's flushed, but with the steam, it's hard to tell. Marking her place in her book (Les Miserables), she puts it down, glancing up at him.]

Alucard Tepes requested my help in creating an artificial food source for he and his fellow vampires. I've been working to try and recreate a sample for the past few weeks. We're getting there, but it's tedious work.

And blood tends to get everywhere, artificial or not.

So. A bath where there was little chance of there being more of it.

[Briefly, he wonders if he should be ashamed in that regard - surely there should be a decent chance of this place being a mess.

It passes, of course. A foolish thought. This is not a battlefield, though if need be he could use it as one. Only if need be, and he would prefer not; instead to keep this as a haven.

Even if someone else feels the same.

He snorts, lightly, sitting on the round stool next to the tub. Yes, you can deal with his proximity, Rosalind. It's the least you could do.]

If I heard that from anyone else, I would think them mad. Are you used to dealing with vampires, then?

No. But there's only so many oddities one can encounter before one adapts. And I've had my share of oddities even before coming here.

[She doesn't move around very much. But if he's watching, there's a subtle tension suddenly moving through her. A slight shifting of muscles, a movement here or there-- because if he's going to stare, she wants to look decent.]

In other news: I've invented artificial blood, Akande. Congratulate me.

[Amusing, how such a simple action can cause such distress.

But he smiles, thinly.]

Congratulations. Had you any interest, I'm certain you could make enough to purchase your own bathroom renovation by selling it for mass-production.

[No, really though. That's a hell of a bank right there.

And to be fair, he's not outright ogling her. He's not avoiding her body, but his attention is more on the conversation than her...physical assets]

Don't sulk. There are far worse things than to find me in your bath. Or are you so displeased?

[She meets his gaze.]

You want me to leave?

I'm not sulking, I'm stating a fact. And I'd rather know if this is going to be a regular occurrence.

[He's not telling her to leave, or outright banning her. There's even a quirk of dark amusement]

And while it is large enough for two, I trust you understand any additional guests would find themselves unwelcome.

[one rule; do not. fuck other people. in his tub.]

[Her mouth quirks up into a smirk, less because she's done anything and more because she enjoys the fact she has a solid rule to press up against. She has little interest in fucking others here, but she can at least threaten to do so.]

I would like it to be a regular occurrence.

[Now she turns properly, regarding him.]

What exactly would you do, hm, if I did fuck someone else here?

[At that, he makes a sort of 'hnh'. Not an outright protest at it being regular, but that second comment? That has him arch his brow, a momentary lapse before he regains his composure.]

That depends entirely on how attractive they were.

[is that a joke]

Do you really imagine I would fuck someone dull?

[She honestly doesn't think he's joking. He might not be happy, but he's not the sort to waste a free show. Rosalind stretches out, relaxing back in the tub, her eyes closing as she tips her head back.]

Any other rules I ought to know about?

I imagine you'd fuck anyone you wanted to, were they willing. [that's not necessarily an evade; he's relatively certain that some people she'd consider attractive, he'd consider dull, is all. Different tastes and whatnot. But ultimately?]

Don't make a mess.

[Even if you feel like an angry cat needing to announce your displeasure.]

And don't expect free access to the rest of my things.

[his submissive, for example.]

Am I allowed to use your towel, Akande, or is that more meant in a general sense?

[She doesn't bother to argue the mess rule. That would just be crude, not to mention distasteful.]

You know where they've been.

[That's mostly to see if it gets a reaction- but he waves a hand, dismissively. Because hello, yes, he cleans them]

If you wish.

[Of course he cleans them. For all his sins (and he has many), he isn't disgusting. There's a reason she enjoys being in his home, and it's because he's clean and neat and enjoys luxury, just as she does.

But she hears that provoking attempt for what it is, and raises an eyebrow.]

Where have they been, Akande.

I do have a Submissive who visits me from time to time.

[Aaaaaaaaaand he'll leave it at that.]

How delightful. Who?

[Let her be nosy.]

You'll find out in time, I'm sure. I only show him off when I need to.

[Which is...pretty true.]

You'd be astonished - or perhaps not - how much they can be considered a business accessory.

[She huffs out a laugh and leans forward, tugging at the plug. Standing, she reaches for one of his towels, taking her time in wiping at her legs, making sure she doesn't trail water out onto the floor.]

I wouldn't, I think, though I haven't admittedly tested that for myself. But care and keeping of your Submissive is a fairly high priority here.

Mm. It seems to establish a baseline for how responsible you are, in turn. [Or at least assist with that first impression.] With their custom, it's hardly surprising.

[A beat, as he considers one circumstance in particular;]

Though I am relatively certain that being offered a blow job was mostly part of their own contract terms.

[boy he's good at remaining straight-faced]

[Her mouth twitches, her head ducking down briefly as she bites back a laugh.]

A terrible trial for you to weather, I assume.

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