Once Auralia has been delivered to the couch or bed of her choice, Alyssa does a quick circuit of their lodging, marveling at each room in turn. The suite easily dwarfs every building in Rubinova- even the temple of Saint Rubin couldn't boast this sort of space! And certainly not this degree of luxury... she spends a good minute and a half admiring the bed alone, enjoying the touch of the satin sheet between her fingers. Indulgent, to be sure, but after three days of being wrapped in webbing perhaps a little indulgence is in order. Besides, the suite will feel a good deal less spacious once her other companions return- best to enjoy it while she can.<br/><br/>Speaking of her companions... Alyssa peeks out of her room at Jess, currently exploring the quarters herself. The huskygirl could spell trouble if she isn't careful- best to get on her good side as quickly as possible.<span style="font-style: italic">Perhaps if I offered her some of my rational person- I mean, personal rations!</span>Alyssa corrects her slip, but not before her mind conjures up a vision of herself wrapped in Jess's arms, her shredded clothing scattered across the floor, staring into a wolfishly grinning maw brimming with saliva... She can't decide whether the idea is horrifying, or strangely intriguing.<br/><br/>Sighing, Alyssa collapses onto her bed. First that bizarre jungle, then the mercenaries, then Leska, and now Jess... it feels as though the past two weeks of her life have been nothing but one near-death experiene after another. Given the circumstances, it's really no wonder that images of predatory women keep creeping into her thoughts. Really. She'll talk to Jess and the others after she's relaxed a bit. Perhaps after a good soak in the mouth...<span style="font-style: italic">BATH! I meant BATH!</span>She shakes her head to clear away the image of Jess's wet, lolling tongue.<span style="font-style: italic">It's getting worse... I must be more upset than I realized.</span><br/><br/>It's decided then. A bath.<br/><br/>Alyssa opens her pack and extracts everything she'll need: spare clothes, undergarments, soap... odd, her soap seems to have gone missing. She recalls Leska rummaging through her pack and makes a mental note to do a thorough inventory later on. For the time being- it's not important- a place this expensive should provide toiletries as well.<br/><br/>Entering the baths, she opens the tap to begin drawing her bath before divesting herself of her clothing, folding and stacking each article on a stand by the door- they'll be  laundered, either by water or magic, at the next opportunity. Free of their confines, her wings and tail twitch stiffly, appreciative of their freedom after three days' . Her enchanted gear is kept closer at hand- gloves, headband, and bracers within arm's reach, the rest a few steps away should trouble arise. Nude except for her ring, she tests the water with one foot before easing herself into the marble tub.<br/><br/>In her relaxed state, it never occurs to her that she forgot to lock the door properly...<br/><br/><br/>{{Stats for Alyssa sans equipment included below, in case the need arises. Also, a bonus bathtime piccie!}}