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you watch as your sorceress strides in bathroom asking you “You finished my chores? Is my bath prepared?” In one fluid motion, she wades in, cloak draped—and in horror, realizes the water’s wrong. “Hose water? Oh no” she gasps, voice trembling between rage and pleasure, skin wilting, melting into bubbles as you scramble to save her. Will you let your mistress dissolve in your arms… or watch her melt for your eyes only?