~<strong>Ryann, in the baths</strong>~<br/><br/>It was wonderful, the feel of water sliding over her flesh. Finger worked through long raven tresses, squeezing out extra wetness. Her eyes were closed, her back to the room, but she still felt and heard the presence of Ammon when he entered. Berengarius was still speaking, and though it would seem as if she were ignoring him, his words flowed over her. Caused her mind to tumble over itself.<br/><br/>He might drone on with no seeming end, but occasionally some of what he spoke held sway with her.<br/><br/>Finally she would pull herself to stand, water streaming over her skin, droplets settling to cling almost lovingly to pert nipples.  Tossing her head back, her hair would sprinkle beads through the air, landing in spatters across the wall, an perhaps across the men as well. Her strong gaze would settle upon Beren as her legs carried her from the bath, streams of wetness flowing over her tight stomach, easing down muscled legs, dribbling to cling at the apex thighs. Fluid steps, her hips swaying slowly, would carry her forth towards the giant German, stopping in front of him. Her head would tilt slightly, wet curls clinging to high cheekbones, hips cocking to the side as a hand settled upon one.<br/><br/>“ You speak as if you know so much. Perhaps you do giant. Berengarius. But we are here at the whim of the Dominus. We fight who HE chooses. We even fuck who he chooses..”<br/><br/>A grin would crease plump lips, fingers tapping a staccato upon her hip. Such words from a virgin. Would these men be able to tell? Surely not.<br/><br/>“ You are kind to say you would not kill me. Such sweet sentiments. For now, some of what you say perhaps I will heed. You might indeed be able to show this 'child' a trick or two. But know this Berenagrius..” an emphasis would be put upon his name as she leaned a bit close to him, working her gaze over his own wet, muscled form.. “ If it comes down to it, I -would- kill you..”<br/><br/>With that she would turn away, moving to a bench where she would sit alone, allowing the water to dry naturally, running fingers through her hair to dry it as well. Though her face was serene, her heart was racing. Her mind was a-whirl. How was she to survive here? How long would her maidenhead remain intact? How was it that the Egyptian managed to capture her attention so earnestly? Lost amongst these thoughts as well as others, she did not witness the quiet one who had been chained next to her move at first. She did not notice anything until his hoarse cry echoed through the bath chambers. She looked up just in time to see Cingetorix fly across the room with a stool clutched in his strong grasp, intent on attacking the German. Green hues would widen slightly, but she remained silent, awaiting the outcome.<br/><br/>