It was an intoxicating sight.

Relaxing, Irina waved at Winston and continued allowing the little silver fishes to cleanse her teeth in a knelt down position.

Bluepool regretfully watched as Winston left, then lowered his head and combed his hair.

This was the longest session Irina had ever had with these little silver fishes.

There were too many of them. The moment one batch left, another batch would enter. Slowly, the little silver fishes would leave the moment they came. Finally, no fish swam into Irina’s mouth anymore.

Whatever there was to nibble at, they had finished nibbling at it.

Irina emerged from the bubble and closed her mouth. Her...