As Iliafray rose from the bath Sophia stopped playing the harp and came forward with a towel to help dry off her mistress. With her mistress resting on the bed Sophie headed over to a carved chest resting on a coffee table opening it she found a small blue bottle and a pair of scrolls picking up the bottle she headed over to Iliafray. “My pet your duties for today are finished, you may retire to your room or sleep in my bed with me”. Relaxing Iliafray soaked in pool feeling the grime start to soak off her skin, to speed things along she muttered the words of a cantrip which helped to clean her skin and hair, it was a convenient spell but somehow she never felt as clean after using it as she did after a proper bath. Sophia was stood about 5 foot 8 inches tall , she had long curly red hair reaching down below her shoulders, her skin would have been pale under any circumstances and after a decade without seeing the
