She was pretty pleased with herself. Everyone had responded well enough to her gentle praise, it was the end of her first full day of freedom, and Delia...well, had eaten well enough to regain a little of the pleasant softness she’d lost after being practically starved in the bowels of a dungeon, then a ship. Tossing a little bit of money (enough to cover her share and a tip besides) down onto the table, she also begins to follow the bulk of the group to the Inn and Tavern. Normally, she’d have loved to wine and chat a bit more, but right now, there was one thing firmly embedded in her mind - a bath. If there was one thing she could not stand, it was being unclean, and there was only so much simple magic could do to alleviate the obvious problem of a woman like herself being at anything but her absolute best.<br/><br/>Excusing herself from the group as they make small talk, Delia heads to her room with all due haste, and it’s only a matter of moments before she’s stripped and getting her bath prepared, though she does take a few moments to admire her in the mirror. It’s not exactly what she WANTED to see - as she’d thought, she was still on the ‘thin side’, with some of her more feminine assets...well, not exactly what they should be. Her normally ‘hourglass’ shape was all out of wack - her waistline was too small, her rump was not quite as perfectly curved as it should have been, and even her chest just seemed...well, a little bit smaller. She still looked good, at least in her eyes, but...well, this was something that needed to be changed, and quickly. One or two more poor saps like the mage aboard the ship - what had her name been? Bah, didn’t matter - and she’d be right as rain.<br/><br/>Her little examination complete, she gets to her bath with gusto, scrubbing and re-scrubbing every single inch of her body until she was satisfied that all the grime and smell of a multi-week long stay in a dungeon had accumulated was gone, and then she scrubs one last time just to make sure. Her poor, underused wings are given special attention, and by the time she’s finished, the black scale and dark red, leathery ‘flaps’ are practically glimmering in the light, a sheen that had long been hidden under accumulated filth. Satisfied, she finally gets out, dries herself off, drains the tub, and within a matter of moments she’s in bed, sound asleep.<br/><br/>She sleeps hard and deep, and it’s only upon waking the next morning that she finds Aron passed out in bed beside her, earning a smug little smirk from the demoness “...Well, good morning…” she whispers softly enough to hopefully not wake him, dragging a fingertip down his chest with a little, teasing press of a nail right above his bellybutton. Quietly, she sets about getting dressed, and takes an extensively long time combing her firey red hair, getting every little strand just in the ‘perfect place’.<br/><br/>When she finally joins the group the next morning for breakfast, ‘Radiant’ hardly does her justice. Her hair is impeccable, and she smells like a spring breeze, without even the faintest hint of that slight, sulfuric scent others of her kind seemed to carry with them. She’d made a few more ‘tasteful’ adjustments to her clothing and armor using magic, ensuring both the armor and the - now somewhat revealing - clothing beneath was snugged tightly against her body, putting greater emphasis on the curvature a succubus made her way through life with. Even her armor was clean, and though the faint, glimmering shine was clearly some sort of prestidigitation, it only further completed a radiant look that was almost out of place in the city, without some sort of prestige to back it up.<br/><br/>When she finally sits down and plucks a single sausage patty and a fingerfull of eggs from the little platter on their table, she offers up a winning smile, showing off pearly, white teeth that had clearly been scrubbed far, FAR too many times that morning to clear away the residue of...well, weeks of lacking proper hygenic care. Even the slender little fangs that comprised her canine teeth seemed far less threatening, almost adding a ‘cute’ quality to the already rather short succubus “Goooood morning.” She offers brightly, taking a little bite out of her sausage patty and tossing the little fingerful of eggs in her mouth, chewing thoughtfully. When she finally swallows, she continues “I trust everyone had a pleasant night. Felt good to be off that blasted ship.” Her voice lowers softly, as if to prevent others from overhearing the exploits of their little escape. It hardly mattered - anyone who was in the business of knowing likely already heard about the ship that had been scoured practically to the hull, leaving only just enough food aboard for the remaining crew to make a pitched effort to sail back to one of their own harbors “I feel fantasic. A bath does wonders.” Pausing momentarily, she glances over at Chira, her smile growing all the brighter “I know it’s kinda hard for centaurs to wash up appropriately, but…would be happy to help you wash all those hard-to-reach places. Maybe brush your fur a bit. You’d look resplendant with a nice grooming.” There’s no hint of mockery or ill intent in her voice, as if the offer of ‘grooming a horse’ was pretty much the most common thing in the world. Given her...origins, it very well might be “They had soap. Actual soap.” She says to noone in particular, lifting a hand and sniffing herself almost dreamily “...I’ve never been so happy to be clean.”<br/><br/>Aron’s suggestion hardly seems to capture Delia’s attention as she turns back to her sausage patty, but after a few seconds of silence on the succubus’ part, she simply says “...I’m in. More money we can make before we try to tackle the temple, the better. The more trouble we can stir up, the less likely we’ll have trouble with people on the way...other than those we obviously upset.” She shrugs “But that’s why we do our best to not leave people behind to be upset. And of course…” Her lips curve into a smug little smile, her dark red eyes glittering “...I’m always up for a public service. Taking out a scumbag, reallocating a few slaves…” She puts a little special emphasis on ‘reallocating’, though she does not further expound on it “...robbing what’s left blind, selling off some fancy goods. We get paid, you get paid...sounds like a winning combination for me. So, I guess that gives us a day of relaxation. In that case...I guess I should go see the sights, mm? I’ve a few inquiries of my own to ask about. Not being paranoid, but I’d suggest noone travel alone. Don’t want anyone to come up missing, and…” After a moment of thought, she adds “...I’ve decided I like all of you. So, less reason to come up missing. With that being said...I’m going to take a walk. Anyone want to come? Xarius, I’d love to have your company…”<br/><br/><br/>((Delia is going to make an attempt to find out more about that ‘voice’ that spoke to them on the ship. I imagine the best course of action would be to see about a temple of some sort. Beyond that, anyone with any amount of magic inkling...so going to go see what I can find!<br/>Happy to ‘grease a few palms’ to get some additional information, in the vicinity of 10-gold maximum. Perhaps a personal contribution to the priests’s ‘preaching’ fund or a mage’s ‘ink and quills’ fund sort of thing.<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/572808">Smooooth talks!</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+16</span><span style="font-weight: bold">25</span>25 on my diplomacy check to shmooze my way to learning a bit more, plus whatever a little monetary compensation might get me. ))