<div class="floatleft">(https://dl.dropbox.com/u/42499880/Elliquiy/Kiira.jpg)    </div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;"><strong>Kiira Vanessaril</strong></span></span>(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=158814.msg7302445#msg7302445)<br/><hr/><br/>The mysterious girl's suddenly loose tongue drew a raised eyebrow from the elf, but she made no comment, simply watching her with a faint smile as she spoke. When she left for the baths, Kiira quickly downed the rest of her drink, shivering slightly as a rush of warmth washed over her petite frame. With a little smirk and a salute she bid farewell to the rest of the party before following after Jean.<br/><br/>The green-haired girl was still stripping down when she entered the women's changing room, and the sorceress ran an appraising eye briefly up and down her half-clothed figure.<em>Very cute...</em>she thought with a little smile, but turned away to give her a bit of privacy. She then began to shed clothing herself, showing no sign of caring whether there was anyone else watching. The few bits of silvery jewelry she wore were removed first, then the pouch-covered belt and sturdy, grey-dyed boots, unlaced just enough to be slipped off before being tucked carefully away beneath a bench. The stockings came next, each leg in turn lifted, delicate hands slipping up the bottom of her skirt to grasp the black lace tops and carefully slip each silk stocking from its leg. Next was the tunic, a simple but well-fitted garment of dark purple, held together by a few simple ties up the left side of her torso. She wore nothing beneath it; though such curves were unusual for an elf, her large breasts were perfectly perky, standing high and proud thanks to her race's natural youthfulness. Finally the skirt, a simple grey garment that's lower hem hit her at mid-thigh, hit the floor with little ceremony. Each garment was carefully folded and tucked safely away on a shelf (a shelf clearly built with human heights in mind, forcing the elf to stand on her toes to  reach it.)<br/><br/>With a satisfied smile and closed eyes, Kiira intertwined her finger and raised them high above her head, arching her back and letting out a small sigh as she stretched.<em>Gods</em>it was nice to be off that damn horse, it had been far too long since she'd ridden and her body was protesting fiercely. She glanced over her shoulder just in time to see Jean leaving through the other door and smiled to herself. A moment later her lucky coin was in her hand, and then spinning through he air. She said a brief prayer asking Tymora for luck, finished before the coin was caught, and left with a smile after returning it to a belt pouch.<br/><br/>When she emerged from the changing rooms a short towel was wrapped snugly around her body. She scanned the pools until she spotted Sampson and Jean, and approached them with a coquettish smile on her face. She loosened and shed the towel as she slowly slipped into the blissfully hot water, though by some small miracle the soft cotton managed to hide all of the more interesting bits of her anatomy until they were well hidden by water and steam. Eerily blue eyes closed, she sunk slightly into the water, unable to help but let out a little moan. "<em>Gods</em>that's nice! There should be some sort of government regulation requiring all inns to have a nice hot bath like this."<br/><br/>Though her eyes were closed and her head resting against the edge of the pool, she was apparently still listening to the others. "Hmmmm...'s that green haired girl standing with the fat slob, right?" she asked, following up Sampson's rather more tactful question. "She looks a bit like you. Same sorta clothing and everything..."<br/><br/>She was silent after rather bluntly prying at the girl, regardless of whether or not she shared more of her story. Maybe two full drinks hadn't been wise; her small frame couldn't handle as much alcohol as your average human, and she had an unfortunate habit of forgetting that when she got excited. After a few minuets it was difficult to tell whether the sorceress was merely holding her tongue, or had drifted off to sleep, but the former becomes evident when she suddenly sits bolt upright, her eyes snapping open as she causes a rather impressive splash. "The chest!" she exclaims triumphantly, looking from Jean to Sampson with a borderline manic grin on her face. "The...the scrying beacon! Or whatever! It's the chest! I mean it's a little bit brilliant actually...that much money, post people would consolidate it into gems, yeah? But if she gives it to us in coins it's too much to carry around practically, so whatever we don't spend goes back in the chest `nd we carry it along with us. I mean who'd expect the damn box to be enchanted? There's nothin' else she gave us though, 'sept for the coins, 'n she couldn't enchant one uh those b'cus she didn't know which we'd spend n' which we'd keep." She lets loose a tipsy little giggle before sinking back into the water, either not noticing or not caring that her rather impressive breasts had been above the water for the entirety of her little rant. "I'm quite clever sometimes, aren't I...?"