𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒

Memas

The next morning when she woke up, she was tired. A knock on the door snapped her out and she was scared of who it would be. What if it was him? No, she couldn't face him.

But she got up and opened the door cautiously. There was a middle aged woman behind. Her hair was a mess of dark brown curls, her eyes were a warm shade of gold and she was wearing a simple blue long dress. Her features, though weathered with age, held a certain wisdom that seemed to radiate from her. She smiled at Regan, revealing her pointed teeth that were somehow endearing.

"Hey?" Regan blurted out, a confused expression on her face.

"Good morning, my dear," the woman said, her voice gentle. "I'm Seraphina, your mentor, and today we're going to start the lessons."

Regan's mind raced. Mentor? Oh damn. She had totally forgotten about it. She had even forgotten the dinner, except that blue haired girl from it.

"Yes, sure," she said unsure. She had to be careful.

The woman stepped in, carrying her old books tightly and Regan closed the door. She took a deep breath, remembering what he had said about powers and magic. It was a twisted joke, she thought. Maybe an excuse for other intentions.

"First you need to clean up and change," the woman said, eyeing Regan up and down, not with a disdainful look but more with a concerned one. "I mean, you have to be fresh to be able to focus. It's how magic works."

The thought to wash herself under the roof of a man with a harem made her shiver. It didn't sit well with her.

"Uh....you know, I'm not comfortable doing that," Regan stammered, fidgeting with the hem of the shirt.

"What's wrong, my dear?" Seraphina asked.

"N-Nothing," Regan replied. She decided to do something, to not give out much to the mentor. She walked near the wardrobe, and tried to find something decent to wear. It seemed like there was an update, because she saw some clothes that weren't there before. And it also seemed like they've gotten more....revealing.

She picked up a green shirt, black pants and undergarments, and headed to the bathroom, locking it behind her.

The mentor had told her to wash up, but the thought of undressing made her anxiety skyrocket. The bathtub was guarded with a velvet curtain that made it more comfortable, but she was still scared and didn't want to be naked.

She sighed, and filled the tub with hot water from the silver faucet. It was steaming and had a lavender scent to it. She didn't know if it was the water's scent or if it was some sort of potion. She didn't undress fully, just her top and pants, keeping her underwear on. She got in the bathtub quickly, her heart racing like a drum. What if he came in?

Regan shivered and dipped herself into the tub, the warm water wrapping around her like a comforting embrace. She washed herself as quickly as she could, and for her hair used a shampoo that smelled vividly of lavender. But the quicker her movements were, the more time seemed to fly by.

It was maddening, being captive in an alien world and bathing in a tub used by another woman. She had never thought herself in such situation before.

When she finally finished, she covered and dried herself with a big pink towel that was on the rack.

She wore the clean clothes that she had found and the pants were too tight, sticking to her damp skin. They were high waisted and showed off her curves but the shirt was long enough to cover. It had a low cut but it didn't show too much. Regan felt a bit better after the bath, but she was still confused and scared.

She stepped out of the bathroom and the mentor was sitting on a couch. She looked up, her eyes bright, "Let's dry your hair." She chanted something under her breath and Regan felt her hair drying. It was bewildering, the use of magic like that.