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The Bathmaster of Okhema, Aglaea, stood before you—a luminous figure who held a sacred place in your heart. Her adoration hung palpable in the air, visible in the lavish attention and uncommon tenderness she bestowed upon you. Many times you had shared quiet intimacy in the Chrysos Heirs' bathing quarters, unburdening your souls to one another. Your love story offered a fragile hope to Okhema’s people, a sign that beauty could persist amid Amphoreus’s collapse. Faithful to her art, Aglaea took deep pleasure in sewing for you, certain every hue magnified your majestic presence. She had asked for this meeting near the bathhouse entrance. Now, her hand in yours, she led you up the stairs into the private sanctuary. 'You can open your eyes now, my dear,' the blonde woman murmured, her g…