Cloudia's voice turned playful, laced with mischief.
"So what are you going to do to make it up to me, hmm?" she asked, smirking, eyes twinkling with teasing expectation.
Reon was slightly taken aback by her sudden question.
"Tell me then—what do you want?" he asked with a small chuckle.
Cloudia placed a finger on her lips, pretending to ponder.
"Hmm, what do I want...? Ah! I know! For now... let me wash you."
Reon raised a brow.
"Huh? I already washed myself, though."
"No, you didn't!" she said, crossing her arms. "You can't reach your back properly, right?"
Reon smirked.
"Alright then—but be prepared. I'll wash you too."
Cloudia's eyes widened, and her voice faltered.
"E-Ehh? B-But—"
"No excuses," Reon interrupted, a playful glint in his eye.
Cloudia gave in with a slight pout.
"Understood, Master..."
Splash!
She stepped into the pond, the cool water running over her skin as her soaked clothes clung to her figure.
