It was night at the Bathory-Syron Mansion. The full moon was shining on the velvet sky, stars burning brightly. In the garden no sound could be heard except from the chirping crickets and the song of the Nightinggale.
On the second floor, where the bedrooms were, a door opened, and a young woman with long, brownish hair curling in cascades down her back snuck out of the bedroom. Her noble face was pale, her brown, almond-shaped eyes glittering in the scarce light of the full moon. Her slender body was dressed in a silky nightgown in a sheer material that revealed the body hidden inside it.
Quietly the young woman made her way to the basement, where there was a large swimming pool area. The room was lit up with torches, bathing the room in a flickering, yet romantic light. In the back of the room there were two bathrooms. One for men, one for women. And close to the bathrooms was a sauna with access for both men and women. But the woman made no attempt to go to the bathrooms today.
Stopping by the edge of the pool she looked around to see if anyone else was there, but at first glance she didn't see anyone. Thinking she was alone, she undressed and allowed the nightgown to pool around her feet.
Slowly and gently, she stepped into the pool, enjoying the feel of the water surrounding her slender body. She started lathering her body with a bar of soap, enjoying the feel and scent of the soap and the pleasure of being alone....
