Cassandra Alexandra

"C'mon, Belial, what's the worst that could happen?"

...Okay, quite a bit, actually, but it least it wouldn't be on Cassandra's head if it did. Sophitia had made a decision -- one she didn't necessarily agree with, but Cassandra had been visiting Belial frequently no matter what she said (and almost always getting laid when she did), Belial had proven her good intentions by saving Cassandra from that enchanted sleep, and on a more personal level Sophie still felt horribly guilty about subjecting Cassie to all her own sexcapades right through their house's thin walls. Driven by all this, she'd ruled that if Belial purified herself by bathing at a sacred spring (which was treated by the locals as a particularly pleasant and ritzy bathhouse) Sophitia would, by her own admission, have no ground to object to whatever fraternization or relationship Cassandra cared to have with the demon lord.

Of course Belial was a really fucking powerful demon lord who routinely fucked Cassandra's brains out with no divine retribution, so Cassie thought it was just as likely that by the time they left Sophitia would be doing a lot of explaining to a very angry patron deity, but whatever. This was in no way her idea.

"Besides, there's private pools if you don't want to strip in public," Cassandra assured Belial as they headed into one of the changing rooms, the door barely shut before Cassandra started stripping. "Your choice, I'm good either way."