A good scrub and some manscaping

The public baths of The Gliding Horse were better than any that Will had ever been in. Steaming water was brought up by serving boys who pointed out all the various soaps and oils, shears and razors set next to large mirrors for shaving were in the back room, protected from the steam. There were three huge tubs that had signs indicating the temperature.

Will laid back, arms over the sides of the hottest tub of water. Silenya forgotten for the moment as he relaxed in the heat. He was alone for the moment, there were no other patrons and the serving boys had left him a large brown towel and what looked to be a plain brown shirt and trousers. It was a far cry from Will's usual flamboyant clothing, but any dry clothing is better than being sopping wet.

Will got reluctantly got up out of the bath, better not keep Silenya waiting too long. He smirked to himself and his cock twitched. Walking over to the towel and his temporary set of clothing he toweled himself dry and made his way over to the separate shaving room.

He looked down at his cock, it was pretty big he thought. At least all of the girls he fucked were always satisfied, its not like he spent a lot of time looking at other guys dicks and certainly not when they were erect. Still, his curly pubic hair had grown with inattention and Will got to work with the shears. He didn't shave it off completely, it was too easy to cut himself down there with a razor, but he did trim very short, his cock looking even bigger now that it wasn't partly obscured by a small bush. He deposited the trimmings into a small waste basket next to the mirror and rubbed some of the fragrant oil that was in a small bottle on his pubes, it smelled of fresh linen and he breathes deeply, marveling at the nostalgic smell.

For his face he got the straight razor and shaved cleanly. He liked to keep his boyish good looks, seems to make his playful flirting more effective. As he shave he mused to himself.

How does Silenya afford such an extravagant inn like this? Isn't she just another adventurer like me? She seems to take similar requests but I'm not going around taking rooms in an inn with three separate temperature baths and apparently offers private bathing too.

Will shook his head as he finished shaving. He put on the plain clothes quickly then walked out of the mens baths. Master Shaltor was already awaiting him not three steps from the door.

"Mistress Al'Thane is up two flights of stairs on the top level. There is only one room up there you can't miss it Master Helma." The innkeeper did a perfect bow and raised his arm directing him towards the stairs.

Will thanked him and was about to tip him a silver shilling but thought better of it, wondering if it was an appropriate amount. Shaking his head he decided to forgo the tip thinking it better to avoid the hassle altogether. He trudged up the stairs, nowhere near as graceful as Silenya had made it look earlier.

When he reached the second level there really was only one arched door. The thing was decorated with carvings of leaves and branches and looked to be an expensive piece that would normally be situated at the front of a more refined shop.

Shrugging, Will walked over to it and knocked.