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One of the things Aphrodite likes to do best is take a nice, luxurious bubble bath. It's totally bitchin', having her own tub and everything, bath soaps and such she's carefully conserving, trying to stretch out the use of them for as long as possible. She gets some strong, handsome guy to fill it with hot water, it's usually not hard to find a willing one nearby, and then she just sits back and enjoys, until the water's lost all its heat and she's having to ignore how heinously wrinkled her mortal fingers have gotten.
She's just gotten out of one such bath, a nice long soak in her tub, using one of her bubble baths, this one called Cherry Blossom. It's one of her favorites, one she's been using way sparingly, which is why she's bummed that it's over half gone at this point. But now Aphrodite feels nice and refreshed, she smells like cherry blossoms, and she pulls on just a tiny pair of pink panties and a fluffy pink shortie bathrobe before sitting down to fix her hair, her mass of blond curls she had pinned up so it wouldn't get wet during her soak.
She's just gotten out of one such bath, a nice long soak in her tub, using one of her bubble baths, this one called Cherry Blossom. It's one of her favorites, one she's been using way sparingly, which is why she's bummed that it's over half gone at this point. But now Aphrodite feels nice and refreshed, she smells like cherry blossoms, and she pulls on just a tiny pair of pink panties and a fluffy pink shortie bathrobe before sitting down to fix her hair, her mass of blond curls she had pinned up so it wouldn't get wet during her soak.