The chaotic scene inside the bath left Arlana feeling cold. It was all so unfamiliar and overwhelming to the sheltered cleric whose face was now a beaming red when she couldn't help but stare at Rose when she jutted from the water sending ripples and splashes every which direction followed up by a resounding slap. The mixture of rowdy raunchy behavior interwoven with the more serious business was hard to keep pace with. Trying to force herself to at least be present her hands clenched with fingers digging into her palms she then found it resoundingly distasteful to stay put when she found Sampson urging one of the women's hands into his lap to molest his manhood.<br/><br/>Standing up as inconspicuously as she felt she could her presence had been largely unnoticed to begin with so she felt little danger for anyone to stare or protest as she slipped out. The water soaked towel she had wrapped herself in was now clinging to her robust figure water dripping down her long slender legs and the towel gripping her shapely bottom and thighs. She had intentionally slipped out of the water with her back facing the group as she swiftly headed out the room to change. Now not only was her body still tired and sore but her mind was buzzing with the scenes of the bath house leaving her feeling unsteady.