<strong>Ammon in the bathhouse.</strong><br/><br/>Ammon didn't say anything, remaining quiet as the familiar process of being prepared was done. It was somewhat demeaning was what it was. To be "prepared" and presented as if he were some object on display. However his protests would mean little, so Ammon stood there and allowed the slave girl to do as she was ordered. Sighing every now and then as the gladiator peered over at the woman who was also subject to the same process he was. Perking up an eyebrow some, he watched as she did it herself as opposed to allowing another to shave her. Watching with some interest, he said<strong>"I see you're no stranger to the removal of hair, huh? That is an admirable trait in a woman."</strong>Which it was. Cunt was cunt, but there really was nothing like a woman completely bare. The sight got Ammon's blood racing and his eyes remained fixated on the lithe fighter. Obviously there was something different about her, it was something that enticed the Eygptian though. Something dangerous.