[ The tentative peace that had been silently brokered between she and Claude feels more fragile than tentative. Barbs and thorns outlined every word passed between them and even though he hadn't said anything when they were shown into the room, Hilda could feel the smarm oozing off of him. She refused to let him get to her.
At least Claude's next suggestion is one that she actually agrees with. She'd urge Sylvain along if he needs it but ever the good sport, begins to move towards the tub without prompting from them. There isn't any real reason for her to be shocked that Sylvain is naked underneath his robe. Technically they all are due to the nature of their treatments and the spa encouraging 'being one with nature'. Nakedness isn't something that she's particularly uncomfortable with as long as it's people she's knows well and trusts. By definition, Sylvain fit that bill, and as for Claude, well it wouldn't be anything new to Claude.
But none of those things stop the pink from blooming on her cheeks at the sight of Sylvain's incredibly chiseled ass or having it dawn on her – very belatedly – that they'd all be naked, together, in the fancy mud. In any other circumstance she would have been thrilled. But as it stands, she finds herself suddenly torn about which way to go. Before she allows Claude an opportunity to be snarky (and before she loses her own nerve) she lets out a breath, quickly following suit. Her robe is discarded, laid a little more neatly on a nearby high table before slipping into the mud. Her arms barely manage to cover anything but remain crossed over her chest until she's submerged anyway. ]
See? The mud isn't that bad, is it?
[ Just some pals (her and Sylvain) and one guy (Claude) in a tub full of mud together. This was fine. ]
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At least Claude's next suggestion is one that she actually agrees with. She'd urge Sylvain along if he needs it but ever the good sport, begins to move towards the tub without prompting from them. There isn't any real reason for her to be shocked that Sylvain is naked underneath his robe. Technically they all are due to the nature of their treatments and the spa encouraging 'being one with nature'. Nakedness isn't something that she's particularly uncomfortable with as long as it's people she's knows well and trusts. By definition, Sylvain fit that bill, and as for Claude, well it wouldn't be anything new to Claude.
But none of those things stop the pink from blooming on her cheeks at the sight of Sylvain's incredibly chiseled ass or having it dawn on her – very belatedly – that they'd all be naked, together, in the fancy mud. In any other circumstance she would have been thrilled. But as it stands, she finds herself suddenly torn about which way to go. Before she allows Claude an opportunity to be snarky (and before she loses her own nerve) she lets out a breath, quickly following suit. Her robe is discarded, laid a little more neatly on a nearby high table before slipping into the mud. Her arms barely manage to cover anything but remain crossed over her chest until she's submerged anyway. ]
See? The mud isn't that bad, is it?
[ Just some pals (her and Sylvain) and one guy (Claude) in a tub full of mud together. This was fine. ]