From (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=98856.msg5239532#msg5239532)<br/><br/>-----<br/><br/>Coming inside out of the turn she had in the garden with Atticus she found herself half frozen and so had taken the stairs back to the second floor and glided into the wetroom to disrobe. There were no clients as of yet and the evening seemed unlikely to yield any for her. Zara was down in the common area and she would surely be chosen over herself readily by any customer; she also had noticed Atticus had not returned with her and she lacked the courage to be in the same place as Zara, at least at the moment. So instead she went to the wetroom to warm herself and try and drain her tension.<br/><br/>Even if a client came for her she would be little use to them if she were not more put together.<br/><br/>Fiona disrobed readily enough, mindful of her delicate rustling gown and its many layers, her jewelry also put aside save for the pearl earrings that dangled against her slender neck. Her hair she left piled up, lifting the single lock left down to wind it into the rest and fit it in to stay with a pin shifted to help. Her clothing and affects safely left upon a shelf she gathered a towel to her and moved deeper into the room.<br/><br/>The sauna, that was what sounded tempting to her, and so she slipped inside it her fair skin seeming to shimmer with the steam in the air and the perspiration that teased from her. As she settled down to relax, promising herself only a handful of stolen moments before she would put herself back together and head downstairs, she thought of her 'battle plan' and felt more at ease. Why fight Zara touching her? The other woman would clearly do what she liked and Fiona had not the physical power to halt her misdeeds. So surrender and surprise, offering no fight surely the other whore would grow bored.<br/><br/>A smile touched her lips as her bright eyes fluttered shut and her head canted back to rest against the wall and let the steam and heat do its work. She felt thawed already, with tension draining away.<br/><br/>Perhaps she would find a client this evening after all, though truly she should dress again before too long as to not miss the line up that had been called. Explaining why she had felt the need to steam out stress to the Master this evening was not something she had any desire to do.