Bath or stay?

"well this is it missy, good ol Crowel. Home sweet home, ain't she a beauty?"

There was a carcass of a pig not too far off, looked absolutely drained of blood and several dozen flies were swarming the poor thing. Mona pinches the bridge of her nose while sighing.

"Wouldn't call it beauty."

The witch gets a shiver while tugging on her sleeve and leggings with her free hand, clearly uncomfortable with all the filth around mixed with such rancid stench. Her body still feels sticky and that was the worst part, her first stop should be finding a place to rest but seeing how ancient and uncivilized this place seems. Who knows if she'll be **** to wash herself with nothing more then a towel and a basin.

"Say uh.. Vinyl was it?"

"It's.. Linel miss, ol Linel."

"That's what I meant, is there anywhere we can wash up in the village? I have a distinct feeling there isn't a private bathroom connected to any room you rent here in the village."

Mona reaches for money pouch, pulling out a few mora, not a lot but it should be more then enough to find a room for a week or so.

"Huh? Well let's see, there's the ol public bathroom bathhouse big Larry owns. You can wash up by a river that's only a walk in the the woods, bit dangerous."

He quietly hums while thinking, his eyes were more focused on her lower half, specifically the left thigh. Mona would casually take notice and look down, thinking it was some torn but to her surprise there was nothing. The lanky old man tries to pull his attention away so that it doesn't spark her curiosity.

"Can always come to my house if ya feelin it, got a big house I live with my ol pa. Let you stay for nothin!"

Although promising, Mona didn't feel too comfortable just yet spending her days within a strangers home. Who knows how much time she'll be in the village. Even if the stars say he holds no ill intentions, she clearly gets a strange vibe coming from him whenever he stares at her tights.

"No, it's fine. How about just telling me where the.. public bathhouse is from here?"

The old man seemed disappointed by her response but nevertheless he tells her where to go. Mona parts ways with him and heads for the village, along the way she feels strange looks similar to that she felt back in Mondstadt. The few villagers she passed all looked the same, malnourished men in their late 30s to 70s, most of them seem much paler the more years they had on. Mona would pull the brim of her witch hat down to avoid making eye contact while finding her way towards the village bathhouse. It doesn't take for her to find it, the building has an old signboard with a typical steamy water symbol. The place looked abandoned from the outside and for a moment Mona felt disheartened.

"Excuse me?"

The skimpy mage in tights walks in, luckily for her the place seemed in better condition from the inside. Of course there were no customers in sight, a large blurry looking man in nothing but a stretched overall was sitting in the front desk. His eyes peeled back at the sight of Mona, as if he'd never seen a women in all his life. Mona immediately uses her magic but discovers that the man was simply surprised and taken back by such a starry bright mage. Her reading magic couldn't be anymore wrong..

"Well would ya look at that, not many travelers come around these parts. Do what do I owe the pleasure..?"

His eyes were practically all over her body, from those slender shoulders down to that hourglass shape of her hips. The black tights that cling to her body, bringing out her lovely shape and leaving nothing to the imagination. Her golden heels clack on the floorboards as she approaches him, just looking at her makes his bulge stiffen. His balls churn simply thinking about this beauty of a women stripping her clothes off.