The girls stay and wash up

"I think we can trust her Mika." Winlay answered slowly but with quiet confidence, "After all, the Oracle does." She added the old man's authority to her own limited judgement.

"I hope you're right Winlay." Mika answered as she set down her lock picks and slipped the oversized shirt from her slender shoulders.

"I'm sure I am." Winlay replied as she looked over Mika standing before her in her underwear. Mika's skin was soft and smooth, but under her tanned skin, Winlay could see her friend's lean muscular form as she washed the grime from her arms. The water was not warm, but it wasn't cold either and Winlay let out a sigh of pleasure as she joined Mika by the sink in the back of the work shop.

The girls washed side by side taking turns scrubbing each other’s backs. It seemed perfectly natural for them to remove the wrappings that covered their breasts and set them aside so they would stay dry. Winlay had seen Mika dressing before, but sharing the sink side by side and the feeling of her warm skin under her fingers made her realize just how pretty her friend really was.

"We'd better hurry." Mika reminded Winlay as she paused enjoying the feel of the soft soap cleaning the filth from her legs. "Unless you want Adam and the Oracle to see us like this." Winlay felt the blood rush to her cheeks as she imagined what the two of them would look like to Adam if he were there to see. Both young women clothed only in their white panties, dripping with soap and water, he could see all of their curves. Winlay wondered if he would prefer Mika's slender muscular body, small breasts and blonde hair or her own more generous curves, fuller bosom and rich brown curls.

"Ha!" Mika laughed "You would like that, wouldn't you?" Winlay silenced her momentarily by splashing a scoop of water on her face, but after the initial splutter of protest Mika ignored the water dripping from her chin continued her banter.

"Maybe you'd like to help him wash like you helped me?" Winlay’s blush deepened and colored her neck and the tops of her swollen tits. Her nipples had tightened into stiff peaks but Winlay hoped it was from the cool water evaporating from her skin and not the thought of Adam appraising her nearly naked body. Winlay turned away from Mika and dried off quickly with the towel by the sink, she avoided Mika's eyes as she wrapped the soft cotton tightly around her torso before pulling the oversized shirt tightly around her and slipping her arms into the loose sleeves. Despite her best efforts her mind returned time and time again to the knowledge that soon Adam and the Oracle would be sharing the room with them. The shirt did not even extend to her knees and the material clung to her damp skin; there was little she or Mika would be able to do to preserve their modesty as soon as the men arrived.

And they would have to wash up too. Adam would be as nearly naked as Mika and Winlay had been when he and the Oracle washed themselves at the sink. Winlay had often seen men working in the fields bare chested and wrestling in the harvest fair, but she knew that she would feel very differently when Adam was only a few meters away wearing only Xelta knew what as he washed himself. Mika thankfully stopped teasing Winlay and moved to the window peeking through the curtains into the gardens.

"I wonder what is taking them so long?" She asked apparently not the least concerned with how little of the back of her thigh was covered by the loose shirt. “If they are caught by the Templars it won’t take them long to find us here in sister Margaret’s workshop.” Mika had the lock picks in her hand again and was fidgeting with the leather pouch as she stood by the window.

“Shhhh…” she turned back to Winlay “someone’s coming.”