<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/5YwaR0Q.jpg)  </div><strong>Florica</strong>(https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1423396)<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Rowan, Amanda, Will<br/><strong>Status</strong>: Pre-Gamed like a Pro<hr/><br/>As had often proved to be the case during their journeys, Florica did little to make her feelings towards the inn known as they made their way towards their rooms. Once they'd parted company with the constable, it was almost as if Florica were an actress leaving the stage. Florica oft proved a more than capable conversationalist, particularly talented when it came to obscuring the truth, or prying it from from an unwilling source. Yet, once the curtain fell, and the performance was over, she seemed loath to make smalltalk without some wine to loosen her tongue. Not to say that she had proven to be anti-social, but she did have something of a certain stoicism about her, save the occasional flirt or tease when it served to amuse her.<br/><br/>Entering her own room, she quickly disarmed, placing her When she heard Rowan's beadpost bang into her wall, she let out an audible sigh, shaking her head as she only imagined the ruckus if Rowan took the lawman to her own bed. The girl would do well to remember her neighbor had command of flames and that this inn looked awfully flammable. She had no qualms with the girl having her fun, but if it kept her awake there would be hell to pay.<br/><br/>She let out a quiet breath as she looked about and found the tub, a small hint of a smile curling onto the edges of her lips. She could certainly use a bath. Traveling had a way of making one collect an impressive amount of grime. At times it almost felt like her travels earned her more filth than coin. Of course, if all went as she hoped, her fortunes seemed set to turn for the better. Regardless, that was the future, and for now, her most pressing concern was a bath. She was quite capable of preparing her own bath, and the idea of calling on the staff to boil water for her was frustrating, though she supposed they would like as not ill approve of her starting a fire in her room without so much as seeking permission first. Besides, as she thought on it, it had other advantages.<br/><br/>She opted to call upon the staff, having them prepare her a bath, and to bring some wine to her room. A bath, like much anything else in life, was distinctly better with some wine. She waited patiently as her bath was prepared... or at least with the outward facade of patience. She even managed to work out a polite smile as she was informed her bath was ready, though her eyes threatened to kill until she was left to her privacy. She pulled back her hood, removing her cloak and setting it aside. He clothing had an elaborate quality to it, but her lack of armor made it rather easy to undress. Piece by piece her clothing fell until she stood naked in her room, save for her assorted jewelry, which she began to remove piece by piece, piling them nearby neatly as to avoid losing any, along with the various other possessions she carried on herself. She then stepped in, letting out a quiet little breath as the heat enveloped her lower legs, and then, as she descended into the water, the rest of her form. It might have been a bit intense for most, but she'd always preferred her baths on the hotter side of things.<br/><br/>She reached for the pitcher of wine that had been left by her bath, ignoring the cup brought with it and bringing the whole container up to her lips. She had little need for propriety when she was alone in the nude, soaking in a bath. As such she was quite comfortable chugging back the beverage in a most unladylike manner. She supposed it best to avoid getting too stewed before dinner, though all parties involved would likely be happier were she to enter with that uncomfortable edge replaced by a comfortable warm fuzzy feeling. She paid little mind as rivulets of red streamed down her chin and neck, diluting into her bathwater at her breasts.<br/><br/>Once she was content with a mild level of intoxication, she lowered the pitcher back down, relaxing into her bath and idly extending her hand over to her belongings. The ornate wooden pipe she carried with her lifted itself up and lazily floated into her grasp, her other hand extended in the same direction, and a small pouch followed suit. Using her teeth to pull open the string she attempted to gingerly tip the pouch such that a small measure of its contents tumbled out into the bowl of the pipe. Placing the pouch down by the side of her bath, she proceeded to conjure up a small spark into the bowl. There was a practice grace to her actions that implied this wasn't her first bath-smoke.<br/><br/>She closed her eyes, inhaling a lungful of smoke and holding her breath in, savoring every moment as the subtle intoxicants contained within dispersed into her form. As she removed the pipe and exhaled out a cloud, she held her other hand up, making some arcane motion, causing the smoke to form the shape of a dragon, even giving a flap of its wings as it proceeded to fly about the bath, held together by a simple prestidigitation spell. A lazy grin held on her lips, enjoying her own antics, though as she stared at the form of the dragon, her expression hardered, a forlorn look passed over her features, followed shortly by bitterness, and in an instant the dragon was gone.<br/><br/>She closed her eyes, letting her body drift further into the water, washing not only the grime from her body, but the world from her senses. For a blissful moment's respite, she felt nothing but hot water and a soothing numbness.<br/><br/>Some time later, she met with the others, now clothed once more, dried no doubt in some small part by the effects of more cantrips. She was surprised to discover she was not the last to arrive, though rather less surprised that the prim and proper paladin had been the first. She offered a bow of her head in greeting, and another once they were joined by Rowan.<br/><br/>Once they were seated, now being in public, Florica actually displayed a level of decorum, not simply shoving the pitcher of wine into her maw like the village drunkard. As might be expected by the grace she oft showed in public, she managed a ladylike level of restraint and grace. That, of course, did not stop her from doing her damndest to try and fluster the party rogue at every opportunity. Hells, she even took a few opportunities to see how their paladin's composure held up.<br/><br/>At Amanda's stunt, she rolled her eyes, unable to disguise a hint of amusement, even as she playfully scolded her companion, muttering, "How very childish..." Still, she watched Rowan's reaction with some amusement, finally barely managing to restrain a rare audible laugh at the flustered rogue's sudden inability to speak the common tongue coherently. As the girl grabbed onto her knee as though she were the next chicken to the block, Florica couldn't help but tease her, muttering, "You needn't look so terrified, dear. I much doubt he's of a mind to eat you." She paused for just a moment, then added, "At least, not in such scandalous a setting."