The Iscariots regarded Integra Hellsing as a barbaric heathen and her organization a den of occultists…but they did provide stunning hotel accommodations.
The sixteen year old Integra sank into the steaming bath, watching her breasts disappear under the water. The tub's soothing jets eased her tight muscles. The hotel provided various fragrant oils for relaxation; her senses were saturated by lilac and sweet pea. She lifted her leg languidly out of the water and draped it over the lip of the tub. She blinked sleepily at the gorgeously modern bathroom, the fixtures angular and chrome, the tiles made of pebbled, polished stones. It was a contemporary luxury in striking contrast with her English home, with its deep mahogany and Victorian tones.
The Iscariots are anything but modern, my master.
Integra frowned.
They snicker at your femininity. They think you are inferior, just as the Round Table does. Why do you insist on renewing these meaningless treaties?
"Enough. It's been a long flight," Integra sighed. "Now I want to relax."
I agree. Watching you is exactly what I've been craving.
Integra's eyes fluttered open. She fixated on the ceiling. Then she allowed her eyes to slide closed. She lay still and inhaled the scent of lilac.
Shall you not protect your modesty? Or…do you enjoy being watched as much as I enjoy watching you?
"I have no reason to be bashful in front of a dickless ghoul like you."
Mmm. I love it when you talk dirty. And I like how your legs are spread open. If you're so comfortable, keep them that way and I'll try not to disturb you while I enjoy myself.
"Have a lovely time," Integra sighed.
Join me?
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