Seeing Igris looking at her, she smiled slowly, a knowing, hungry expression. She seductively stepped out of the tub, letting water drip from her body in silver rivulets, and materialized a towel from the air,a conjuration, one of her elven tricks. She ran the fabric over her body with deliberate, theatrical slowness, cleaning her legs one by one, bending over to reach her calves in a way that put her ass on full display. She dragged the towel up her thighs, across her glistening pussy, taking her time, then over her breasts, lifting and caressing them through the soft material before finally patting her hair dry. Every movement was seductive, designed to entice, to invite.
"You know," she said, her voice casual despite her display, "we should head back to the academy. They'll be wondering where we are."
