After what seemed like an eternity, Emily and Veronica stumbled back into the bedroom and collapsed in a heap.
"W-We… did it…"
They looked like sticks of melted butter and smelled like…
"Hey! If you cleaned the bathroom completely, go wash yourselves! You two stink!"
Veronica grumbled under her breath and slowly picked herself back up, dragging the blonde with her.
When they left, James had to mop again. Their bodies had been outlined in a suspiciously brown grime on the floor.
Twenty minutes later, James figured that most of the stink had been cleansed from his servants and poked his head in the bathroom. He was surprised to see the earlier dank room was now a shiny marbled white and gray. Emily and Veronica were lounging in a fairly large bathtub made out of what seemed to be thick ceramic.
'Holy shit.. this is nicer than my bathroom back home. I wonder if they took into account the fact that males would have their protectors with them at all times..'
