No Deal

Alice narrowed her eyes as she glared at the man she called brother. Has his degeneracy evolved so far and so quickly that he would get aroused from seeing her body? Or is this merely a play to humiliate and denigrate her? When it comes to Blake, both were equally likely. A **** of chaos that cares little about anything except for his personal pleasure, he seemed to revel in her embarrassment and ****. The only saving grace was the heat of the baths could serve as a suitable excuse if he were to inquire about the blush that crept onto her face.

But to disrobe before him? Out of the question. Who knows what this degenerate could be thinking, and she certainly wouldn't put it past him to try and ask for more once she's naked. She's no blushing virgin, but that didn't mean she didn't find the idea of sex with him altogether disgusting. While she trusts him not to lie to her directly, having an overreliance on any individual source of information would make it easy for her to be betrayed. Or, that was the excuse she gave herself as she casually got out of the bath, ignoring the slightly disappointed look in her brother's eyes. If he truly wanted to see, then he needs to have something better to offer here mere words that she can glean elsewhere. A commodity is only valuable if it's scarce, and showing off her body so easily would devalue it. She may be willing to make sacrifices, but she'll be damned if she becomes like the whores that she saw earlier.

Returning to the changing room, she rings the bell to signal the attendant, who is all smiles as she helps Alice back into her yellow dress. This trip had been a total waste of time, but only a small one. There is still time to visit the other locations and people, and she intends to make the most of her remaining daylight. Perhaps she'll reconsider Blake if the need arises, but for now, she's content with the choices that she's made. Slipping on her heels and stepping outside, she beckons for her knight to join her as she ruminates on her next destination.