Stop at the hotspring inn for R&R

After Glynda met with the town council to notify them of her group’s presence and purpose, she decided that no, she was not feeling up for patrolling in the dark with a set of greenhorns.

“It’s a bit late to jump into the hunt tonight ladies, so let’s just set up camp where we’ll be staying,” after some assenting murmurs from the girls, Glynda shepherded them towards an expansive building with a sign that read “Purging Waters Bathhouse and Inn.”

“Ooh, bathhouse, nice.” Yang cooed appreciatively as they walked in.

“Don’t get too comfortable,” Glynda warned, “We’ll be spending most of the day in the surrounding woods while we’re here. And I expect you to act with decorum while we stay here.” She added sharply as she looked back at the voluptuous blonde student. Yang for her part just flashed a charming grin.

Glynda rolled her eyes and collected the room keys from the front desk. “Here, you lot are sleeping in a pair of double-bed rooms down the east hall, I hope who gets which can be safely decided amongst yourselves. Unpack and rest up, I’ll be taking us out early and expecting you to be sharp.” With that Glynda took her own key and went to find her own room in the west hall.

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Glynda sighed as she sat down on her bed after unloading her bag. So far no cause for alarm, which was good because she was feeling really out of it tonight. But then she never had been good with traveling long-distance. She wondered what to do with the rest of the night, glancing out the window at the crisp, early autumn night and the shadows of evergreens against the stars.

After a moment, she made up her mind to try out the hotsprings. Rising from the bed, she walked out her room and towards the back of the inn. Exiting the rear of the building, Glynda found herself in front of a small wooden building with a tall and wide fence. Entering, she saw a tiny, absent-minded looking old lady sitting behind a desk. The receptionist looked up and smiled warmly as Glynda approached, eyes and the corners of her mouth crinkling happily as she held up a basket of thin white towels, which the tall Huntress accepted with a polite nod.

Glynda proceeded down the left-hand doorway she was pointed through, and found herself in a long locker room. Fishing a key out of her basket and checking the tag on it, she found her designated locker and began to strip.

It felt good for Glynda to pull off her high-heeled boots and shuck her tight corset and pencil skirt. She heaved a deep breath of sweet relief as she unbuttoned her collar and unpinned her cape. She finished undoing her blouse and let it drop on the bench as she bent at the waist to pull her pantyhose down her long, shapely legs. Removing them and straightening, the statuesque woman stood only in her lacy, black-and-purple underwear. Reaching behind herself, she unclasped her bra, letting it fall away from her bountiful, well-rounded breasts. Her hands returned to her waist, tugging her panties down her waspish hips and large, firm rear, letting them slide the rest of the way down to the floor before stepping out of them delicately.

Glynda shivered deliciously at standing completely nude, silently rejoicing in the freedom to let her pale skin breathe. Composing herself again, she gathered her cast off clothing and tucked them neatly in her locker. After a moment of thought, she also took off and stowed away her earrings and glasses, and undid her bun before redoing it in a much looser style. Getting up, she shut her locker and took a towel out of her basket, shaking it out and wrapping the soft material around her torso.

Ready to enter the hotspring, she picked up her basket and headed toward the door in the back to reach it.