Do that.

After flinging myself off the bed and onto the floor, I begin slowly hobbling towards the wardrobe; thanking each of the Gods that Trixie existed. During one of her many ramblings about Earth nonsense, she had spoken of some fictional story about a group of children using a wardrobe as a gateway too some magical land with a very silly name. I had stopped listening once she began saying things like "The Lion is basically Jesus."

How could a big cat be a God? Ugh... Earth sounds stupid.

Opening the wardrobe, I find the hidden sliding-panel; behind which should be a matching wardrobe that leads to the bathing chamber. Much like the trees in Cilla's room, the spacial placement of things within my Domain needn't be... consistent. Sliding open the panel, I see a variety of towels; some of which I took, about to hand them off to Eve. That was, until I heard the combination of a small hissing noise, and my Clinician's giggling.

She was walking upright, unbloated; snagging a towel from my hand. "You look surprised. Did you really think all of that was you? Even with that Breeding Blessing, you can't pump out that much..."

"Well... uh..." I say, tip-toeing my way further into the wardrobe. "I mean, I've made... quite a few messes."

"Two. Gallons. I simulated two gallons with compressed air." Eve said, her voice half laughter, half amazement at my gullibility. "But, to be fair, you did reach one and a half liters. That Warmth of yours must be doing wonders; seeing as the party isn't a collection of mostly soon-to-be mothers."

"So, where are you going?" She asks.

I point into the wardrobe. "Magic shortcut to the bath..."

Almost instantly, Eve transitions into a full sprint towards the shortcut, prying open the second doors; a splash is heard just after she enters. I take this time to gather her clothes that she had cast aside, as well as a set of my own attire. Bringing two unsoiled Domain towels, I head into the bathing chamber.

Where Ashes is laying back in the bath, holding in laughter as she looks at the two of us who had just entered; covered in evidence of our recent romp. Eve was completely submerged in the foamy waters, with the water-warped light of her screen having returned too that set of blushing dashes.

The Mohun speaks in a friendly, mocking tone. "You look like you've just run a marathon, Monster. A very sexy marathon. Come on in!"

"Please. No more sex... I think I'll die." I beg, placing the clothes and towels on the steamed, tiled flooring.

Ashes finally bursts into laughter. "Oh, I know. I saw."

She winks, pointing at the wardrobe in the Bathhouse. "I really wanted to join in, but by the time I got here, you were already trying to make Eve into a Motherboard. Not that I didn't have my own fun."

She pokes two fingers out of the foamy bath-water.

...

The morning sun is pleasant on my skin and scales after my night spent on a stack of towels on a tiled floor. Breakfast was uneventful, and we hadn't seen either the strange cook, nor the Tavern's owner as we exited.

"Aw... I was hoping to see that waitress again; the one with the purple hair. She seemed nice." Says Zana, the last of us to exit.

We head out towards the more developed parts of Bludbag; the gang wanting to get a grip of the general area, now that we were without a way forward to Hoctin. While standing at the back of the group, I look over my friends to see how they are doing.

Cilla seems still shaken from the news from nights passed, that the pass to Krow, and thus Hoctin, had been blocked. Thankfully, Carrie's presence seemed to calm her; the silly eyes on her hood swirling about as she bounced around.

Ashes is troubled; she isn't showing it through her sunny personality, but the beat of her heart sounds... anticipatory. Like there's some kind of ticking timer none of us can see.

Speaking of timers, I already knew Scott was looking around for signs of a brothel; I also knew he hated this. A follower of the Goddess of Purity, who used to be celibate; being forced to have sex with those he wasn't even inclined towards. My blood simmered and seared as I thought more on it.

Trying to remain calm, I turn my eyes toward Trixie. She seemed well enough; no negative outward look, nor internal rhythm. This was nice, at least; My fellow Earthling having a nice time.

I couldn't say the same for Zana, who seemed to be lost in thought. About that waitress? Or, maybe something more important, like figuring out how to get passed that blockage to Krow. Either way, Rocky wobbled beside her; seemingly trying his best to stand as tall as possible, and falling over a few times from the effort.

Eve was talking with Gabbie; the two of them seemed to be hitting it off quickly, despite most of us only knowing Eve for a few days. Neither seemed particularly troubled, although Eve was walking a bit funny...

Sammy is...

"Where's Sammy?" I ask, just now noticing the sudden absence of our goopy gal.

The others stop, looking about; I see Cilla mouth out a pair of word she would never allow Carrie to hear.

Not that Trixie cared, as she said them for us.

"Well... Fuck."