From where he was resting in the tranquil waters of the pool, Sampson had a clear view of those who came to join them; first was Kiira, whose Elvish body sported unusually un-Elvish curves as she gracefully slipped into the water with practiced poise. Next up was Rose Amcartha, the noblewoman and Paladin whose frame was expectedly harder than the Sorceress's, but nonetheless possessed a body that spoke of fine breeding. Unlike Kiira, Rose didn't seem content with resting near the edge of the pool, deciding to work her muscles in the fine water,<em><strong>smart girl</strong></em>Sampson thought,<em><strong>can't work out the kinks without stretching the material, as they'd say</strong></em>. Lastly was the Rogue, who like Sampson chose to enter the bath-house itself completely nude, "<strong>Wil! How nice of you to join us</strong>" Sampson said with a smirk, his dark blue eyes glinting as his voice boomed it's familiar baritone, "<strong>for a moment there I thought I'd be the only dick here.</strong>"<br/><br/>Sampson was content with laying his head back against the edge of the pool and letting the water do it's thing when the sudden sound of a splash broke his lull, causing him to snap his head up and inspect whatever caused the commotion. What he saw was... Eye-catching, to say the least; Kiira bolted upright, her expression more than a little excited as she inadvertently lifted the upper half of her chest out of the water. Her spark of brilliance certainly made sense, and yet as she continued to talk his eyes wandered downward, from her eyes to the perky things which glistened and heaved just above the water. The sight of them brought on a familiar stirring in his loins, although Kiira had sunk down into the water before any real growth could occur, "<strong>so our sweet little employer wants to keep tabs? Sure, I can handle that. Besides</strong>" he gave a sly grin, "<strong>I like it when people watch.</strong>"<br/><br/>At that, Sampson began to feel restless; maybe Rose had the right of it after all, and moving in the water would be better than sitting idle. Pushing away from the edge, Sampson waded across the length of the pool, passing Rose (and giving her a light pinch on the rear) before finding himself next to Kiira and Jean, "<strong>I can't think of anything else besides the chest</strong>" Sampson replied to Jean, looking over to her as he settled close to the Elf, "<strong>and there's a bounty on his head? Any idea how much? I'd be up for challenging those sword sisters to a little duel if it means a bonus in my pocket.</strong>"<br/><br/>Turning his attention to Kiira, Sampson gave her a smirk as he spoke softly, "<strong>you're certainly something. Clever, cunning and charismatic, maybe, but...</strong>" Underneath the water, one of Sampson's large, rough hands found it's way to one of the Elf's creamy thighs, resting on it as he continued, "<strong>... I can't seem to forget that little comment you made back with the Ogres. Questioning my skill with a sword, was it?</strong>" Sampson took his hand off her thigh and used it to gently, but firmly grab her wrist. Practically enveloping the dainty thing, Sampson guided her hand until her fingers and palm rested on his cock, which even in it's half-flaccid state was massive (his manhood apparently being proportionally as large as the rest of him,) "<strong>well, show me you could do better.</strong>"