Varius would wash the dirt, grime, and blood from his body as he would lay back in the water a little bit and make sure he was nice and clean.  He would think to himself as he looked to the other slaves and gladiators around him who beared the emblem of the house.  He would huff slightly, he had not proven himself enough apparently.  He would go and wash completely off and dry himself before getting the loincloth from the trainer.  He would perk a quizzical brow as to what he could possibly be used for at a party.  He was a fighter what could he possibly find enjoyable at the party besides that of a fine imperial piece of ass.  He would go and place the loincloth about his waist and tie it off.  He didnt say anything to the Trainer as he made his way out of the baths and into the waiting room off into a corner by himself.