The young woman looked quite unimpressed still as she was led into the room, maintaining her veneer of polite eloquence, her even steps, and her hands folded primly across the tome she held close to her as her steps resounded just behind the silk-clad elf that led her deeper within enemy territory. Her guard accompanied her, silent as they seemed to glide across the floor even in their heavy armor. They stopped as well as soon as they were led into the guest chambers, fanning out as they stood guard just inside the doorway.<br/><br/><br/><br/>Natasja wandered inside freely, past the elven slave, until she circled the chamber with an inquisitive eye. Since arriving, the youthfulness of her face was obviously, opening up quiet wonder as she took in the beauty that it had taken to make such a room. If she were more alone, she might have even delighted in the sights that now surrounded her, especially the great expanse of sheer glass that showed the ocean around them. Instead, on her backwards turn around to face her escort, her features closed themselves off again and she gave a Kurt nod. For the others in the entourage of slaves there to serve, she did not even give a cursory glance.<br/><br/><br/>“You may leave me now. Return once dinner is to be served.” Only then did her eyes slide to the other servants. “All of you. I wish my solitude. There is parchment and pen here, I trust?”<br/><br/><br/><br/>She did not wait for an answer. Instead, she waited until they had all left, and the guards at her back had swept the room for any lingering effects, before she finally allowed herself to relax in the chamber. The tome she took with her to the great bed, setting it down. With her back to the steaming pool behind her and the silent array of guardsman once more standing at attention near the doorway, the girl closed her eyes and reached up behind her to unpin the coif of hair that was coiled at the nape of her neck, letting it cascade in a sable ripple down her back. Sighing, she rolled her neck back, then her shoulders, as if a great weight had left her.<br/><br/><br/><br/>Confident that she was, indeed, alone except for the puppets, she opened her eyes again to peer at the ocean that seemed to surround her while her fingers worked further down, unraveling herself from the robes that she had wound around her body until it dropped heavily at her feet, followed closely by the shift she wore underneath, and from there the more delicate under things. These she folded and left on the bed before she turned around, hand finding a pendant around her neck briefly as she glanced over toward the doorway.<br/><br/><br/><br/>The impish grin was back, this time without restraints, and the girl giggled under her breath as she stepped up to the edge of the hot springs – then stepped down and in, sinking down into the heat with a low groan.