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[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.