“Be very careful, it’s slippery.”
For a moment her childish side slipped out and she let out a whine, narrowly avoiding the puddle of liquid by her feet. “Jiah! You spilled some of it! Do you want to break Unnie’s neck?” She scolds, brows furrowing. Kyunghee was used to blood baths, but not in such a literal sense. This was out of her comfort zone, but she was curious to see if this had as much of a revitalizing effect as Jiah said it did. Not to mention, she didn’t mind accidentally brushing up against the other girls soft skin and trading skin care secrets over a glass of wine. Kyunghee wanted to ask where - who this blood came from, but she knew it was better that she didn’t.
Instead, she shed her silk bathrobe and stepped into the opposite end of the tub, leaving her clothing in a pile on the floor. She reached for Jiah’s hands, intertwining their fingers and letting out a soft sigh as she admired the stark contrast of their pale skin and the bright red blood. It was aesthetically pleasing though, she had to admit. “You know I’m only doing this because I love you, Strawberry Shortcake. It feels gross to me,” she mumbled, but didn’t seem to be making any effort to move and instead relaxed against the back of the tub. She’d truly try anything, as long as Jiah suggested it and was adamant enough about it. “You put this on your face too?”