SDM-Love

    Nyrin soaked in the warmth of the bath water, sinking his body slowly into its depths as he let out a heavy sigh.     In what he could figure was the last twelve hours, he had fallen from the sky, landed on a fairy of some sort, been found by and fought with an upbeat and dutiful gate keeper and the cold, abrasive maid, and met the charismatic young Mistress of the mansion he was currently bathing in. It was, admittingly, a lot to take in, and the more he attempted to wrap his head around what had caused this series of events, the less sense it made.     I haven't exactly heard