Dahlia bends like a supple reed to the floor at his entrance, understanding that the Lord's first question needs no answer; she answers with her supplicant posture.<br/><br/>At his request, Dahlia nods-- "It will be as my Lord wishes--"  she snaps her eyes over to Laura... "prepare our Master for His bath, and I shall draw the water."  She springs to her feet, backing two steps away, then spins and heads for the window... What previously appeared to be a massive piece of furniture is actually a covered Japanese-style tub--  built up from the ground with black tile and ornamented with delicate wood scrollwork.  Dahlia removes the heavy lid by lifting it, securing it to the wall, and turns on the hot and cold water to an appropriate setting... water rushes forth from the heavy brass fixtures.  "Will m'Lord desire a hot bath, with salts and oils...?"