She finished cleaning up…

Slowly she rose, leaving a trail of slime from her cunt into the water and carefully sat on the edge of the tub, picking up a nice brush and scouring you clean a second time in the suds-filled water, before rising, bowing gracefully, speaking a few sentences of her incomprehensible language, before dressing, gathering her stuff and heading out.

You rose slowly, luxuriating in feeling clean for the first time in a long time, before you finally dressed and headed back to the inn, where, after a long night filled with dreams of tight cunts and firm breasts, you headed further south, a couple of stops along the way provided additional release, but no coin.