I'm Tired of Moving!

Abaddon and Bekka found a woman that neither of them recognized in the bath with them. 

Or... more like on top of it.

She was standing on the surface of the hot water, with her hands clasped in front of her and her signature veil over her face. 

Even though the both of them were naked, they felt no need to cover each other. 

Something about the way Asherah was staring at them made it feel like she had no lustful inclinations. 

It was as if she were staring at amalgamations of dust instead of two of the nine sexiest beings to ever exist in the universe. 

Though when considering her occupation and age, was that really such a surprise? 

In addition, neither of them could feel any negative intentions coming from her. 

Strangely enough, they felt more than comfortable in her presence. 

So much so that Bekka did not see it as strange to respond to her previous statement.