“It’ll soon be time for the meeting with our mistress… But before that, we need to get that muck off your body… Follow me.” Farsilden, in his usual demeanor, shunted her along, while casting quick glances at the mucky stains on the polished floor. He led her into the large pool room, but instead of tossing her in, he immediately pulled her over to the corner of the room and into a small glass cabinet. He then opened a small door and filled a bucket with water.

“Anything of interest not resistant to water on you?”

“No, I…”

“Good.” He then threw the content of the bucket at her. The clean wave of water immediately browned and lumped, and the filth poured into a small, hand-sized grate in the floor.

“Get your clothes off.” She followed his instructions and soon another wave of warm water poured over her.

“Well that’s better… Now to get you soaped in…” He reached out for a chain in the roof of the cabinet and pulled on it, a showerhead appeared, fitted with a very large tank and a removable valve to allow the water to flow freely. After a few refills, the tank was full and he handed her a piece of soap.

She began to rub the soap over herself, but it was mere seconds after beginning that Farsilden reclaimed the soap and went to work on her himself. “With that speed, you’ll never be ready in time…” He mumbled, and soon had her covered in soapy bubbles. He pulled the pin out and the showerhead began pouring water on her, washing away the soap. “Okay… Now get into the pool…” He commanded and she walked into the pool and submerged herself in the gently perfumed water. She ducked her head a few times, and sat down on the steps and leaned back, her head and shoulders above the water.

Suddenly, she felt a slight sting at the side of her neck, quickly followed by another, and her vision began to swim in front of her. She just managed to see Farsilden kneeling next to her with a pair of syringes in his hand before she blacked out.

…

“Is it done?” His mistress entered the pool room. Farsilden bowed deeply and nodded. “It is done.”

“Good… I wish I didn’t have to send her on this mission…”

“It was necessary my Lady. I’m sure you recognize that the others would most certainly have compromised the mission if they knew.”

Ellistin nodded to him and gently swung over to Ferran’s unconscious body, which he had made comfortable. His mistress ran her hand through the girl’s hair and caressed her cheek lovingly. “My Lady, I must protest… She’s not cleaned up yet.”

“Neither am I. How is she holding up?”

He nodded and headed over to a small metal case he had kept hidden in a small covered locker. Inside was his administration kit, with several vials and syringes at the ready. He picked up a small vial with a red liquid inside of it and read off the measurement. To her he explained that the current consumption was within expected amounts. In addition, the treatment was successfully preventing any psychological backlash.

“I see… Do you think she encountered any trouble during the mission?”

“Most likely not. Her usual dose should have ensured she would remain in control at any rate, but it would no doubt leave some scarring if she did… It should be sufficient to keep her out of any harm for a few days.”

He put the case back in place and closed the locker. “Well then, my Lady, would you perhaps like to wash yourself?”

“I’d like to.”

“Should I remove her before you get in?” He gestured to the girl.

“Leave her. She’s done a good job, and deserve to relax a little.”

He nodded and left the room as his mistress undressed and made ready. As he closed the door he caught a glimpse of her shapely buttocks, and apologized silently to her. With still some time left, he sought out one of the servants to clean up the mucky trail the girl had left on the floor.