The sorceress looks at the strange being for a moment, a little curious. She’s never seen a Kitsune before after all and she’s heard all sorts of rumours. Rumours that the little part of her that hasn’t yet let go of the pleasures of the flesh would quite enjoy confirming. She lets her eyes wander a little curiously over his figure, taking in the wraps and the peculiar robes, tracing the three tails, and then she nods.<br/>“Very well, you may.” She says with a slight wave of her hand, yet she starts undressing herself rather than allowing the attendant to work. More truthfully, she’s aware quite how fragile some of the fastenings for her dress are, and they take a delicate touch to undo.<br/><br/>With that in mind, she lets the first outer layers of her dress come away in a cascade of silk and lace, the fastenings separating with soft clicking sounds to let the dress fall away. The undergarments come away next, an unassuming set of travel clothes. Whilst other women might want to be dressed in finery for their journeys, Xia Minh has other ideas. She’s not going to spend hours of a day cooped up in a palanquin wrapped up in a contraption that is ninety per cent wire, wood, and torment.<br/><br/>So she smiles at the fox attendant as she lets the last silken layers fall away, leaving her to stand there naked before the kitsune. The sorceress is pale, with bright almond shaped eyes and small tight breasts. Her frame is sleek, slender and lithe, the supple body of a gymnast, rather than the buxom form that other sorceresses choose to adopt.<br/><br/>Far better to have a body comfortable for travelling in. Yet the strangest thing are the marks on her skin, strange glyphs and runes and circles, starting at her belly and travelling upwards, two thin lines up her cleavage and then out across her collarbone and down her arms again in twisting vines of sorcerous marks.<br/><br/>More tattoos of a similar nature trace down her narrow hips, wandering down her legs in the same twisting vinelike pattern, words in scripts that the Kitsune may or may not know.<br/><br/>Now bare and unashamed, the sorceress turns and heads into the ancillary bathing chamber, taking a seat on the scrubbing bench and picking up one of the sponges, dousing it in oils before she starts scrubbing herself.