The right changing room

You push through the curtain into the right changing room. You carry the tea to the spring door before opening it. You realize your mistake immediately. The layout of this hot spring is completely different. In the centre of the spring sits two stone stools and a steel table that pokes out from the water. Atop the stools in the water, two men sit. Judging from their neat appearance they seem to be nobles. One is an elf with tied back blonde hair and slim features. The other is a large bearded man with salt and pepper hair. He looks quite fat and hair seems to cover most of his body.

“Ah lord Tyranim, this must be the girl you had mentioned.” The elf says looking to the other man.

“Aye, that’d likely be her. Was expectin’ somethin’ a little more exotic than a dwarf but it was short notice, so meh.” The fat man replies.

“And the deal depends on this little… cultural ritual of yours?”

“It does indeed Lord Alaris. The union we share today will stand as a reminder of the deal we made.” The elf sighs at this.

“Very well… Approach girl.” The elf says turning to you.