The moment the maids heard Ella call Lenny a Nephilim, all their eyes were immediately drawn to him.
Lenny's appearance was not bad.
With his current shameless dressing of only pants, no shoes, a naked upper body, white hair, and near-luminous skin, he was much for the eyes to admire.
However, they had assumed he was nothing more than a pretty boy in rags.
Hearing that he was called a Nephilim elevated his status in their eyes.
Instantly, he went from rags to glorified grace.
Lenny scratched his head a bit. "I have told you, lady, I am a Half-born."
Ella smiled, still half turned to him, in a pose that revealed her full-blown butt to him but only a peek of the front.
The light from all corners of the big house seemed to dance on her melanin-saturated skin.
"Half-born, Nephilim! Either way, we shall see, but for now I choose to call you Nephilim."
She turned and walked away.
As she did, her words reached his ears: "Leave your clothes behind for them to deal with. I will not have your rags filth my home."
Lenny paused for a few seconds.
Then again, he too had no shame.
Instantly, he stripped, outright ripping the pants off his body.
Steadily, he followed after her.
As he did, the eyes of the maids followed his body.
Lenny's was one they had never seen before.
Finely carved to perfection in detail, with obviously lean muscles decorated by branching veins sticking out of his body, adding an extra aesthetic appearance to his unearthly figure.
A feat that was as rare as diamonds on such a land but as common as sand in the arena where men and women trained, literally like their lives depended on it.
Lenny followed her into the house.
As beautiful as Ella's nakedness was, Lenny was not rude. He was not some average guy who had never seen a naked woman before.
In fact, the arena was more than filled with them.
Instead, he was more interested in the new environment, which gave him a glimpse of the former world.
He had to admit that he had missed the look of a home like this.
If he had been told he had been taken back, he might as well have believed it.
Ella was an observant person.
She quickly noticed that Lenny did not prey on her nakedness.
With her knowledge of the world, it was one of two things.
Either such a man was ignorant or he did not swing that way.
The interior design here was simple and not overly classy. However, its polished-wooden-brown walls were covered in nearly every spot with exotic portraits of Ella.
For some, she was half naked and looked like a mistress in need of sensual attention. In some others, she was depicted as a damsel in distress. Yet again, they were some that modeled her as a valiant military leader.
As beautiful as they all were, none caught his attention like the one far off in the distance.
It was high above the straight stairs that Ella now climbed.
This particular portrait drew Lenny's attention because it was the only portrait that depicted Ella as a lover with a partner.
She rested, face back in the arms of another. Even though her hair style was afro in the painting, it did not stop her from sinking in.
It was a light-skinned woman with ginger-red hair that fell off her head like a waterfall.
She was outstanding in both beauty and the revelation of her maturity, elements that the artist so greatly captured.
Observing this painting, Lenny could tell that this moment had been captured by the artist in real time.
Even the passionate lean filled with the tenderness of Ella's emotion in the female figure's hands was captured very perfectly.
Ella walked up to the portrait.
She paused in front of it for a bit, her fingers lifting to touch it.
However, she paused and turned to the right.
"Come, we have much to discuss." Ella called as her steps quickened.
Lenny followed along, as did the maids behind him.
After a few turns, Ella arrived at a room.
The door was opened to her, revealing that this was a bath house.
A very large bath house.
The hot steam blew into his face on entry.
The moment she got it, she immediately went straight for the bath, which was half as large as an Olympic swimming pool but nowhere near as deep.
Ella got into the warm water and leaned into a very relaxing position.
Lenny, seeing that she was already relaxing, decided to join her.
However, he respectfully stayed at the opposite end.
Some maids got into the room.
Lenny watched as they immediately stripped off all of their clothes and got into the tub.
Some of them went to Ella, and the others to him.
These were very beautiful women, each obviously chosen for their beauty.
They were of different races—some dark-skinned, some white, and so on.
Another maid came along with a basket in hand, spraying rose petals into the bath.
Now, Lenny knew where the scent on Ella's body came from.
The maids began their work by washing his body.
This was the same thing for Ella.
For a person who was very interested in his own space, this was quite the invasion.
However, he did not stop them, only putting his guard up.
Although this place and the moment seemed harmless, Lenny was not so foolish.
He too had used such times when men were carried away by the beauty of a woman to assassinate them.
"Don't worry, they won't bite," Ella chuckled lightly, unless, of course, you want them to."
Lenny frowned at this statement.
"How did you know?"
"That your guard is up even though neither your body language nor your facial expression gave you away?"
Lenny nodded.
"Boy, I am about eight hundred years old. The things I know and am capable of will mock the aura of death you wear proudly."
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