"I don't meet many as open as you, my pretty dear, but I reckon I can spot them when I do. I consider it a damn good trait, mind..." His hand never left her tit; the mans fingers curled into her tit, squeezing and rubbing at it while the flat of his palm ground and rubbed her sensitive, needy nipple.<br/><br/>"There's plenty of fun to be had with a girl like you... Maybe if you're good to me, I'll show you a few of the more interestin' ways, huh?" He chuckled a bit, then shook his head, dismissing the lewd notions for at least a little while. By now there were a couple of people hauling the bath in, dragging it up through the hall toward the throne. A troupe of slaves followed with large jugs, full of steamingly hot water; perhaps not enough to fill it, but it was a start.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>