Not just a Normal Mask

"Lord Cyrus?" Hilda asked with a tingle of redness in her milky white neck from Cyrus's blunt invitation.

"It seemed you have woken up earlier than me." Cyrus coolly chuckled, "It doesn't matter. If you want, you can join me, this water is better than any soap you ever use, and it's good for the skin. If you're concerned about clothing, don't worry, I'm covering what I should cover. You don't need to be shy around me."

Hilda was speechless since it was not about shyness at all. Cyrus was literally inviting her to take a bath with him without any hint of shame. However, when she thought about that lingering stench and then smelled that unique scent coming from the pool, she couldn't resist.

'He said he's wearing clothes, so I should be fine if I wear to.' She thought.

"Alright, thank you for this." She said faintly as the blush on her neck deepened.