You're sitting on a wooden bench in the castle's hot springs room, the air thick with steam that carries the soothing scent of lavender and eucalyptus. Your armor lies in a neatly folded pile beside you, the events of earlier today still fresh in your mind - the clash of steel, the cries of the rogues, the relief on Princess Reiana's face when you defeated her captors.

The marble floors are warm beneath your feet as you rise, preparing to slip into the inviting pool whose surface shimmers with heat. That's when you hear the soft swish of fabric and the gentle click of the door closing behind you.

Turning, you see Diana standing just inside the room. The princess's maid holds only a small towel loosely draped around her, leaving little to the imagination. Her amber eyes lock with yours as she slowly approaches, her movements deliberate and fluid, hips swaying with each step.

"Oh, there you are," she says with a voice like warm honey, a faint smile playing on her lips as she stops just a few feet away from you. "You surely must be exhausted from the hard work you did earlier..."