Leha sighs, striding out of the bath chamber draped in a luxurious, shimmering emerald green silk robe that loosely flows down his form like water. His beautiful locks cascade down his back in glistening streams, creating a mesmerizing contrast against the vibrant fabric.
His maids follow in his wake, their presence adding to the aura of luxury and opulence. With accurate care, they ensure every detail is perfect, from his freshly bathed skin to the flawless drape of his silk robe over his torso, their devotion evident in their attentive steps and adoring gazes.
With a regal flourish, Leha raises his hand, signaling the end of their duties for the night. With a subtle twist of his wrist, he gracefully dismisses the maids, their service completed to his satisfaction. "You may return now and rest well," he declares, a warm smile gracing his lips as he bids them goodnight.