Just as Ingrid felt herself beginning to relax a little bit and the warm water working its magic on her muscles, her eyes closed with enjoyment of the luxury of her bath, there was an enormous splash, and suddenly there was a giant, wet dog face to face with her in the tub. The dog - a borzoi, she recognized - gave her a lop-sided, tongue-hanging-out grin and then licked her smartly in the eye.<br/><br/>Ingrid was both too shocked and too much of an animal lover to be annoyed. She let out a genuine, long laugh and urged the animal to get out of the tub.<br/><br/>"Jump out, boy," she coaxed, only to have the borzoi give her the same lop-sided grin and sit down on its haunches, his paws resting on her legs.<br/><br/>"No, pup, there's not enough room for us in this tub," she laughed again, not realizing someone else was in the room. She tried to find his paws in the water and guide them over the edge of the tub. He obeyed, then, promptly put his paws back in the water and licked her on the nose.<br/><br/>It was only when Irina spoke that Ingrid realized that someone else was there.<br/><br/>"If my lady would call Laprochka, I have a towel ready for him," Irina said gently, curtsying to Olga Romanov.<br/><br/>Ingrid looked over to see possibly the most beautiful woman aside from Elizabeth Romanov she had ever seen standing near her. The lady had a perfectly dainty hourglass figure, and a burgundy silk dress that set off every curve. Her piquant face was delicate and alive with expression and emotion.<br/><br/>Ingrid instantly crossed her arms over her chest and flushed hotly.<br/><br/>"I...did not realize anyone else was there, my lady," she said with a charming, innocent hesitation. "Perhaps you might know something about the dog that happens to be in my bath?"