I Won't Lay a Finger on You

Despite only a small amount of milk bath essence being poured as compared to the amount of water in the bathtub, it turned the water into a chalky color infused with a faint milky scent. Sigrid took off her clothes excitedly. Cautiously, she stepped in and sunk herself at the higher edge of the bathtub. She squinted her eyes, fully enjoying the comfort.  What a life! She didn't expect an egoistic man like her brother-in-law would especially include this in the house. Wealthy people really did know how to enjoy life! While Sigrid was immersing herself in the comfortable bath, the phone beside her began to vibrate. She dried her hands and looked at her phone. It was a message from Rachel. After texting with Rachel for about ten minutes, she got out of the bath and wrapped herself up in a towel. She simply dried her exposed skin with a smaller towel, then got ready to put on her clothes. But these pyjamas... Why did it look so tiny? She picked it up and took a look at it. The lace was ver