The following morning, Polt stretched with a relieved sigh as she awoke. She smiled as she saw Caboose laying next to her, still in his armor as he held her close. She giggled softly as she slowly slipped out of his embrace before getting to her feet. She started to turn towards her clothes to get dressed, but paused as she got a whiff of both clothing and herself. The previous night's activities had left their mark on her to the olfactory sense, and any demi-human who caught a whiff of her like this would know exactly what she'd been up to the night of the full moon, and with whom. While not something she was ashamed of, it was rather embarrassing to be caught out in such a way. Before she could even think about a morning walk, she needed a shower, a bath, and clean clothes.

Taking her clothes, she stepped out into the hall. To her surprise, a floating ball she recognized from Caboose's descriptions as Freckle levitated the clothes out of her grasp. [Clothes cycle commencing,] Freckle intoned as he moved towards one end of the house. [No standardized uniform or policy on casual nudity present in Base regulations as dictated by Captain Caboose. First Lieutenant Polt is free to pass.] With no further explanation than that, the ball disappeared around the corner.

Polt blinked a few times, then shrugged. She calmly continued on her way, searching for the bathroom. It didn't take her long to find it, and the first thing she did was start drawing the warm bath. Once she knew the temperature of the water was exactly where she liked it, she let the naga-sized tub fill slowly while she used a nearby showerhead to wash herself off completely, making sure to scrub every inch of her body thoroughly. She was especially careful when she got to her lower nipples, though. Caboose had been…surprisingly gifted and thorough when it came to 'making her comfortable', and she found she was still sensitive in some areas even after a full night's sleep.

As she rinsed herself off, she reached over with her foot to shut off the water filling the tub, since it was almost completely full now. Steam filled the upper reaches of the bathroom, and she breathed it in happily as she moved to step into the water.

"Mmm, Darling filled the tub for me already?" she heard a voice say, catching her off guard. Turning, she saw the door slide open, revealing a red scaled naga.

Polt knew her from Caboose's description, and from seeing her in her peripheral vision when Caboose had carried her in. "Pleasure to meet you, Miia!" Polt greeted warmly. "I'm Polt-"

"I won't let you steal my Darling!" Miia hissed out angrily as she shifted into a battle stance.

"What makes you think I'm trying to steal him?" Polt demanded curiously.

"You claimed him under the full moon!" Miia shrieked out angrily. "And then you told him not to let me-"

"Get yourself deported by making him defile you when you aren't even engaged to him yet, let alone married?" Polt interrupted. "You're still bound by that part of the law as an Interspecies Exchange Student."

"Then why aren't you?!" Miia demanded, her voice now halfway between anger and envy.

"Because I'm not an exchange student," Polt explained as she slipped into the tub, sighing happily as the hot water slowly eased away her aches and soreness from the previous night. "I own my own home and business, though it's not open yet. As such, I'm not an exchange student, but an immigrant. You have an Interspecies Exchange Student ID for your paperwork and identification. I have an Interspecies Visa. That's why the purity rule doesn't apply to me, even though the violence rule does." She smiled at Miia. "Join me in the bath? I'm pretty sure you're still sluggish from the morning cold – especially with how hot your blood was last night – and you really want to be more awake for this, right?"

Miia glowered at Polt for a time before finally letting out a defeated sigh. Slithering up, she slipped her long body into the hot water, causing it to overflow over the edges and pour onto the tiled floor towards the drains. Once she'd submerged herself to the middle of her belly, she lay back with her arms crossed over her breasts as she stared at Polt. "Now what did you mean about not stealing him?" she demanded grumpily.

"Caboose said he wanted to marry all of us," Polt pointed out. "…well, what he actually said-"

"I know how he talks," Miia interrupted. "But…isn't marriage one to one among humans?"

Polt lowered her gaze into the water, twiddling her fingers. "After last night, I'm not entirely certain Caboose is human…" she murmured softly, hearts in her eyes and her voice throbbing as she remembered. "I'm pretty sure he's at least part god…"

"Part…god?" Miia asked in surprise. "What makes you say that?"

"Because it's the only way I can explain last night being his first time…" Polt murmured…only to cover her flaming cheeks with her hands. "Ack! I can't believe I said that out loud!"

Miia's eyes went wide. "He's…he's that good?" she gasped out in amazement.

"And it was his first time…so he's only going to get better…"

Polt and Miia let that thought percolate in their minds, only for their cheeks to burst into metaphorical flames as those thoughts turned into fantasies. After a time, Polt found her voice again. "Anyway, the New Japan government has been bending over backwards to accommodate Caboose and all the craziness involving him. Pretty sure approval for a group marriage – especially for someone who's technically a foreign dignitary – is the least they could do. If Caboose intends to 'marriage' all of us, the government's sure to license it."

Miia's eyes lit up as she grinned widely. "Then I'm going to get to marry my Darling?" she gasped happily.

"Of course, you'll probably need to prove yourself a good wife," Polt pointed out idly. "And I'm happy to help you with that!"

Miia gasped happily. "Oh, thank you Polt!" she cried happily, lunging forward as she wrapped Polt in an arm and tail hug. "We're going to be the best co-wives!"

"I'm not as durable as Caboose!" Polt cried out in alarm as the pressure increased.

"Splash fight!" Caboose called out from the door as he saw them 'roughhousing', as he interpreted it. "Cannonball!" With that shout, he raced up and leapt into the tub with a splash and a crunch as his helmet hit the bottom. "…we need a deeper tub," he murmured as he sat there, head down in a curled up ball with his feet in the air.