Backstage of Cleopatra's milk bath

Cleopatra sinks into the warm milk, body slick and gleaming. Her servant kneels at the tub’s edge, fingertips gliding over bare shoulders, then lower, tracing the curve of her breasts until the nipples tighten. The girl’s hands move slower now, dipping beneath the surface, stroking along the queen’s waist, hips, and finally the full swell of her ass. She lingers there, squeezing, parting. When Cleopatra parts her thighs, the servant doesn’t hesitate—she slides into the bath fully clothed, water lapping at the fabric that clings to her own skin. Her mouth finds the queen’s cunt under the milk, tongue flicking, sucking, hungry. Cleopatra’s low moan echoes off marble as the girl licks deeper, relentless, devoted, until pleasure rolls through the royal body in long, shaking waves.