<strong>~Galo in the servants baths along with Nakia, Amplus and Cariad~</strong><div class="floatright">(http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f162/shadowjewel/Character%20pics/GaloICPic.jpg)<br/></div><br/><br/>Galo removed his clothes, belt and shoes quickly and turned his attention to collecting his razor, scrub and comb.<br/><br/><strong>“Galo? We’re going to need an herbal paste for this.”</strong><br/><br/>Galo glanced back at Nakia and the slave woman - Cariad, that was what she said her name was - then headed over to collect some oil and a stirgil to remove it with and some soap to wash the hair.<br/><br/>“Autolycus saw her earlier, before you arrived. Another treatment later will suffice. There is nothing here to treat her with anyway.”<br/><br/>As he collected the supplies, his back to the others to block their view, he dipped his fingers into a nook behind the shelf - a tight fit but his fingers were relatively fine for a man. Feeling through his fingers, he quickly counted the small, slim, cloth bound packages hidden there. Satisfied that all was as he has left it, he removed his fingers and picked up the last item he would need for his bath; a round polished metal mirror.<br/><br/><strong>“Scared to get in?” </strong>Nakia teased lightly behind him, a pleasant sound that made him smile.<br/><br/>He turned to face them, “Not at all,” he replied, his voice light as he regarded the others, “I just wanted to be prepared first rather then have to run about needlessly on wet feet.”<br/><br/>He set his things at the edge of the bath then stepped forward to descended into the water, quickly and smoothly slipping under the surface, the water rushing into his ears a pleasant roar that receded into peace. He stayed there for a few seconds; the thought of drowning himself danced in his mind, an old temptation, though he ever lacked the courage to go through with it. Before his lungs even began to burn he broke the surface again with a gasp, shaking the water from his head and wiping the excess from his eyes.<br/><br/>The herbs in the water swirled across the surface, the fresh sharp scent already working on his mind, revitalising, sharpening the senses.<br/><br/>Looking at the male slave who had smiled at him and who had spoken to Cariad -<em>seems like I will not be needed to help with her after all</em>-, Galo began to cover his arms and chest with the oil, a slight smirk playing over his lips as he regard the other, very blatantly aroused man,  “And what do they call you?”<br/><br/>So eager that one, yet calm in a way. Galo wandered if he had been trained as a sex slave, a well treated one at that. It would explain much.