Cely was actually excited when Krystal readily agreed to it, and the elf quickly slipped over behind the taller girl, grabbing handfuls of water and splashing them about the barmaid's body.  In areas that the dirt or muck wouldn't just fall off, she would lightly scrub with her fingers.  Though they felt delicate in flesh, the way she used them exuded a good bit of strength.  "Seriously?  I mean... you know there are other kinds of outfits out there..."  Though when Krystal started to talk about her life, Cely perked up, slowing her scrubbing to be more of a massage.  One that went slower and slower the more somber the story got.<br/><br/>By the time she was done, Cely looked positively bummed, her hands only moving along a bit back and forth on already clean flesh.  "Y-yeah... a bit..." she said lowly.  "I mean... I guess I'd talk about my story but... it's kinda basic.  Just grew up and moved out really..."  She seemed sad that she couldn't empathize with Krystal, though she was lucky enough to not do so.