<div class="floatleft">(https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/19e73929-d204-4a14-9dfb-76a593364f4e/ddto6qm-25d0e9aa-9685-44aa-a903-5cc99c7812e9.png/v1/fill/w_1024,h_1280,q_80,strp/legend_of_mana_fanart_by_piumike_ddto6qm-fullview.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7ImhlaWdodCI6Ijw9MTI4MCIsInBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcLzE5ZTczOTI5LWQyMDQtNGExNC05ZGZiLTc2YTU5MzM2NGY0ZVwvZGR0bzZxbS0yNWQwZTlhYS05Njg1LTQ0YWEtYTkwMy01Y2M5OWM3ODEyZTkucG5nIiwid2lkdGgiOiI8PTEwMjQifV1dLCJhdWQiOlsidXJuOnNlcnZpY2U6aW1hZ2Uub3BlcmF0aW9ucyJdfQ.n2PWLvrE6D6YwqrPlba3VsUx-g66ei_VfwpyG6GkNoU)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Lise<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Outside the Green Lion Pub, amidst the back gardens, bathing in a stream<br/><strong>Action</strong>: Entangled, disentangled<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: bathing, nude<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Igor<br/><br/>"You mean the soap? Well, this bar is just a congealed animal lard, some crushed up flowers - hibiscus and orange blossom, I think this one was? and maybe I put in some orange peel shavings too, I forget - and a lye from wood ashes. I sometimes make my own soap, as I get all these ingredients as a byproduct of my gardening and animal husbandry work here...but I admit it's not the professional grade that Spade-And-Friends tend to use for the guest bathrooms in the inn itself."<br/><br/>Lise turned in the water to take teh soap from Igor. As she did so, she paid a tiny tithe to modesty by draping her other arm over her breasts while turning toward him to take the soap, although the cupping hand left some sideboob and underboob uncovered, not to mention the upper curve of her rump and her hipbone at the waterline.<br/><br/>"Before I get out, I should probably use teh soap in my dress, too, since it got so sticky. In fact maybe I should do that first so it can dry in the sun..." she grabbed it back off the branch, dipped it in the water, and then pressed it against a large smooth underwater rock which didn't quite reach the water surface. She put a lot of elbow grease into scrubbing it, swished it through the gently running water of the stream some more to wash the soap back out, and then hung it on the branch again, stretched wideways to the sun.<br/><br/>She turned away from Igor then, but held the soap out behind herself. "And as I get started scrubbed myself....well, I consider myself pretty flexible in general, but I have trouble reaching the very center of my back. If you don't mind..."