<blockquote class="uncited"><div>"M'lady?"</div></blockquote><br/><br/>Alyssa very nearly jumps out of her skin at being addressed. She whirls to face the speaker, halfway into an outfighting stance before she realizes it's only an extension of the suite's magic. Devils spare no luxury for their top customers, it seems. Relaxing, she picks up and re-folds the tunic she dropped a in surprise moment ago.<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>"Would m'lady enjoy some refreshment? Scented oils? Some music?"</div></blockquote><br/><br/>She nods in affirmation to the phantom attendant. "Some soaps and oils would be much appreciated, thank you. Nothing exotic, please- something mildly floral would be ideal."<span style="font-style: italic">And with any luck, it will conceal my "natural" scent...</span><br/><br/>As the outline sets about preparing the bath oils, Alyssa finishes shedding her clothing and lowers herself into the steaming tub.<span style="font-style: italic">Ah, this is absolutely wonderful... It's been ages since I had a hot bath!</span>Of course, her standards of "hot" have been a bit skewed since her transformation- the water she's resting in would be absolutely scalding to an ordinary human being. Such resilience can useful at times, but it does tend to make bathing less enjoyable- a lukewarm bath would hardly appeal to anyone. Yet another drawback to being part demon...<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">And now I have to explain</span>these<span style="font-style: italic">to an angel,</span>she thinks, twiddling a wingtip between her fingers.<span style="font-style: italic">Well, that's a matter to be dealt with later. For now I should relax and enjoy myself.</span>She selects a bar of soap from the tubside and allows her mind to drift as she sets about lathering her body.