Aiselandier in Black Stockings!

Playfulness was playfulness, but the women always kept their limits in mind.

They knew Lu Yuan had long since finished washing up and was quietly waiting in the bedroom.

No one wished to dawdle freely and leave their beloved waiting for too long.

The brief horseplay ended in an instant, and tranquility swiftly returned to the mist-filled bathhouse.

They scooped up warm water and carefully washed their skin, their movements gentle yet efficient.

As the dust and weariness were washed away, every inch of their skin became fair, translucent, smooth, and delicate.

Before long, everyone had finished bathing.

They reached for the soft bathrobes laid beside them and draped them calmly over their bodies, loosely tying the belts around their waists, looking gentle and elegant.

Aiselandier, who had only just arrived, followed the others' pace and quickly finished washing herself as well.

The white bathrobe wrapped around her slender, graceful elven figure. Her cool, holy aura mingled with the warm moisture lingering after her bath, making her all the more delicate and moving.

Just as she lowered her hands to straighten her bathrobe sleeves and prepared to rise and leave with the others—

A striking splash of color suddenly entered her clear eyes, causing her movements to halt abruptly.

As her gaze swept around, she saw the women beside her bending down, raising their hands, and methodically pulling thin, long garments over their slender, straight legs.

They were strange new objects she had never seen before.

They came in varying lengths and colors.

The pure black matte ones were simple and elegant, the snowy white translucent ones gentle and pure, and the styles were even more diverse.

The lace-trimmed designs had dense, exquisite patterns; the hollow-knit fishnet styles carried a delicate, translucent texture; and there were also novel garter styles