Looking around the room as they enter, Cyria is more than a little impressed by the accommodations.  “You know, I never would have expected that there was a place like this here.  I’m still not that enthused about the town itself, but whoever recommended this inn certainly knows what they’re doing.”<br/><br/>Giggling a bit as Sasara makes her priorities obvious and practically dives into the tub, Cyria stacks her pack and other belongings next to the larger bed before joining Johan at the basin.  Pulling off her top and tossing it back by the bed, she takes the offered rag and starts cleaning away the dust and dirt of the road.  “Mmm, between the three of us we should have no difficulty getting the orc to stay put, and seeing her reaction to finally getting a full meal will be worth all the effort.”  As she reaches the limit of what parts of her body she can realistically reach with her hands, Cyria gives a quick incantation and a third appears in midair, translucent and glowing.  Directing it with one hand, Cyria grins as she uses it to get the rag around the back of her abdomen.  “One of the definite upsides of being a magic-user; trying to do this normally is just about impossible without someone else to help.”<br/><br/>Cyria doesn’t quite catch Johan’s abrupt departure for the bath until she looks over and notices him already halfway there with Sasara’s tail wrapped around his midsection.  Slowly ambling over with a smile on her face, she takes a deep breath as the scent of the oil starts to spread through the room.  “Mint goes well with a lot of things, but Johan’s got a point.  Barring magical means, I haven’t really found anything that would be worth trying to truly slather someone in before a meal.  An acquaintance at the school where I used to study at mentioned encountering a group of naga who would essentially marinate their meals in various substances for up to a day beforehand if they got the chance, but that kind of thing isn’t really practical in most situations.”<br/><br/>Carefully easing herself into the tub behind Johan, between Sasara and herself even the oversized tub is just about entirely filled.  Of course, all that this really meant was that it forced Johan between the two of them, and Cyria wasted no time in running her hands across his shoulders and back, much as he was doing for Sasara.  “Well, if we’re going to be giving Naji her treat, it would be rather rude if you weren’t able to help her with that, so I suppose that Sasara and I will need to amuse ourselves some other way until she arrives…”