There is no delicate way to go about it - and what is more, where she wants to clean most, she cannot rightly see.

They're both naked, just laid with one another, surely this cannot be more debauched? That is what she tells herself, anyway.

"... could... could you?" Timid as ever, she pushes up on her elbows and shyly curls her legs in front of her and begins to part them. "Can't... see..." is all she manages with her nervous words, as her knees fall open and shows the mess he said he did not mind.

Mess it is, still wet and smeared on the inside of her thighs, and as she opens herself, she feels the trickle that was him, dripped out of her between her thighs. The mess he had left, twice now, in her. Her face will never be less pink, she's fairly sure, it's just her state of being now as she displays herself like that.

"The rest... I go to bathhouse, can clean..." They were nobles after all, she had ladies to attend her and take care of her more seriously.