A good scrub-down and conversation

Bloody Sunday and Tornika moved at a good pace towards a bathhouse in the eastern quadrant of footfall, where the rich and powerful frequently went to relax and unwind. With her long, greasy hair and gangers attire, Tornika drew more than her fair share of attention. Finally, they arrived at the bathhouse daringly named the rakghouls claw. Bloody Sunday slipped the doorman enough throne gelt for a private bath for him and Tornika, and they followed a female attendant into the hallway. Tornika's eyes kept getting wider and wider the farther they went. Rich woven tapestries adorned the walls, as they passed dozens of expensive lacquered wood doors, and fine tile from a dozen different worlds were laid on the floor in a crisscrossing mosaic. Finally they reached their room, and the attendant swung the door wide, revealing a large steaming bath with enough bells and whistles to kill a tech-priest. Bloody Sunday shucked his bodysuit and waded in, but Tornika hesitated.