As she exited her room and slipped into the washroom behind it, Aquaelie could already hear the sound of water pouring into the bath. She loved a nice hot bath in the morning, even if strictly speaking it was a pointless exercise. The people who called her body home were quite capable of running such maintenance, and during the day she knew "massive" starships would be casually orbiting any part of her body, intercepting debris before it could dirty her royal form, and scraping it away with military-grade beam weapons if it did.
So her baths were merely a luxury, one impossible for the unfortunates not of Alpha-Amazonian descent. The crystal-clear bath was over-large even by her standards, and the amount of water needed to fill it could have supplied the oceans of untold worlds. Slipping gracefully into the water, she gave a groan of delight, relaxing back and closing her eyes for a moment.
Footsteps caught her attention, as she glanced aside to see the slight form of a red-haired, freckled woman. Each lineage of Alpazonians had been developed to accent some aspect of femininity foremost. If the tall, lithe form of Aquaelie accentuated an ultimate grace, then the petite, nigh spritely form of the lower class girl accentuated a demurity expected of her role.
Clad in a shimmering blue rube, like all clothing composed of strands of diamond fiber, the girl knelt and placed a tray of wafers and glass of wine at the edge of the bath. Her Princess gave a small nod of acknowledgement, her long fingers picking up one of the little treats to take a dainty bite. Much like bathing, eating was not entirely necessary. The industry that existed within her body powered it by means of fusion plants, tiny contained stars that existed spread throughout her body. Their ability to recycle for her was astounding, and precluded anything so unladylike on Aquaelie's part as excreting waste.
So the treats she so enjoyed were made mostly of metals and sugars; those things needed to keep her population alive and productive. The wine, on the other hand, was pure indulgence, several zetta-gallons of liquid passing through her lips just for the simple pleasure. It was thoughts like this that made her feel good. Some Alphazonians lived their lives as if they were normal, and the universe were small. But Aquaelie took immense satisfaction in knowing her true scale.
"Would there be anything else, Mistress?" The red-headed servant asked.
Turning her head to regard the woman, the Princess raised an eyebrow, her musical soprano saying...
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