Bast slipped over to the edge, leaving her wine glass on the sink, and she stripped off her clothing, peeling the layers away until she was as bare as he was. The air in the bathroom was warm, balmy. She loved it, loved the steam, the heat. Moving to his side, she sat on the edge of the tub, smiling down at him.
"You visited my home? Sadly, I had very little chance to visit many different homes. Isis...she was more fortunate than I in that regard." Having been worshiped in other cultures would do that for a goddess. Reaching down, she let her fingertips trail in the hot water, her eyes moving over the sheen of the water, basking in both the heat and the glorious luxury of it all.