Go into the women’s baths

You follow the woman’s instructions and walk past the first few doors, each marked with a number from 1-4. As you reach the end of the corridor, your violet eyes linger on the door leading to the mixed-sex bath, but you begin to feel your cheeks burn with embarrassment and you hurriedly enter the door on your left to enter the women’s bath.

You take a second to recompose yourself before looking up to find yourself in a beautiful changing room. The walls panelled walls are lined with intricately carved wooden sculptures of woodland animals, and the shelves have delicate vine pattens painted along them. The most impressive feature is the floor, which features a mosaic depicting nymphs splashing around a pond in the middle of a forest. This was luxurious, even when compared to the Lavish Chateau!

The last time you came here, the furniture had been pleasant enough, but it was nothing out of the ordinary for traditional bath houses. That old lady had really gone all out with the improvements!

“You might want to pick your jaw off the ground before it damages the picture!” Someone chides from one of the benches to your right.

Snapping back to your senses, you turn to look at the girl talking to you. She looks to be around the same age as you, but you become unsure of that as she leans forward to unbutton her skirt and her wavy, chocolate-brown hair parts to reveal the telltale angled ears of a half-elf.

Undoing the last button and removing her skirt, the girl looks back up at you with her deep blue eyes and cocks a smile. “You’re not just here for sightseeing, right?”

“Uh, no! I’m sorry, I just… I was…” You stammer nervously as you try to excuse yourself for staring at her.

“Hey, it’s fine. I was just kidding! Your not the first one to come in here with that expression on your face.” The girl smiles at you again comfortingly before folding up her skirt and placing it in the wicker basket next to her.

Relieved, you move over to the bench next to hers, take a basket from the shelf and begin to take your own clothes off. By the time you finish, you notice the now-naked girl is waiting by the door into the next room, her eyes not-so-subtly wandering over your blue body. You quickly wrap yourself in your towel and walk over to her, trying not to make eye contact. She opens the door, allowing you to go first.

You pass through the door and are once again wowed by the designs of the room, featuring large carved columns and busts, but your gaze keeps returning to the girl walking next to you, who makes no effort to cover herself at all. Her pace is a little quicker than yours, each step causing her ample chest bounce.

She reaches the rank of showers first, pulling a small wooden stool out from under a low bench. “Would you like any help washing your back?” She asks, motioning to the stool next to her own.