by Silas Bloodthunder on Thu Oct 06, 2011 8:36 pm
He didn't say much to the woman who led him down the marble hallway to the bath he had paid for, as he was far too distracted by the swaying tilt of her hips, the luscious curve of her legs. He had walked into the baths on a whim, hoping to sate his curiosity of the myriad of men and women who entered dirty and morose, and left again looking so happy and clean. He had to admit; he had been far too long on the road to really appreciate what having clean fur was like.
The vulpine was so lost admiring his guide’s curves and thinking about the merits of cleanliness that he nearly bumped into her when she stopped before a large door. His chains gave an agitated rattle under the cloak he wore to hide them. Steam curled up from between the cracks, and without a word she opened the portal for him, gave him a smile that made his insides curl in excitement, and ushered him inside. The large, sunken basin of steaming water was empty, although he had no idea how one person could possibly use an entire pool by himself. The water was crystal clear and inviting, an alcove of soaps, ointments and exotic oils lined a wall, along with other, oddly phallic objects. The door closed behind him with a soft click, and he was left alone.
At first he was a little nervous. He didn't remember paying nearly so much coin for such an extravagant private bath. Or maybe this was just more luxury then he was used to; weeks on the road searching for scholarly pursuits didn't leave much time for primping. His fluffy tail gave a little wag at the sight of the water again, his ears flicking. Then again, he was here to enjoy himself, wasn't he? Stepping to the far wall, he slid away his cloak and belted leather pants, setting everything aside until he was finally bare, stretching out muscles that hadn't been flexed properly for days, the tiny scars and defined lines of his lithe form standing out starkly. Sleeping in trees and side ditches couldn't have been good for him. Neither were the dangerous forays into ruins and dungeons either, but that was beside the point. When was the last time he had bothered to be naked? Probably the last time he had seen other people. Goddess…that had been months ago.
His chains spread out, the five lengths magically bound to his back easing out like a spider’s web, dipping into the water and causing small snaps of steam. He couldn't remember the last time he had had so much room to stretch out in. Then it hit him that anyone else might soon walk in with him. Blushing in spite of himself, he slipped into the heated water, and let out a sigh of relaxation. This was good! His white fur soaked up the heat and almost massaged his weary form. Chains weaving and bobbing through the ripples and empty pool, tail wagging sluggishly through the water, Silas Bloodthunder settled back and finally let his guard down.