<div align="center"><strong>Cariad getting prepared by Nadia</strong></div><div class="floatleft">(http://i1089.photobucket.com/albums/i357/DamnedEternally/Siobhan13.jpg)</div><br/>As the woman spoke to Cariad, she smiled, dipped her head and obeyed. She was clean now, her skin tingled at the air being allowed to permeate her flesh. Cariad turned her back to Nadia, allowing her access to her now tangle free hair, as the woman began to pull and tease the lice that had taken refuge in her hair.<br/><br/>It made her flesh crawl slightly, but she was no stranger to de-lousing, although her own mother was a lot less brutal and a little more friendly with the conversation. As Nadia pulled upon her hair, Cariad closed her eyes, letting the heat from the water soothe her body and soul. Lifting her head slightly to allow Nadia access to the crown of her head, Cariad had chance to admire the paint work on the roof of the baths. It was basic but there was something slightly magical about it all.<br/><br/>"<strong>All I have to say to you girl is behave and perhaps you might do well…I will have no trouble in this house. Get dressed, and I hope you are clean, trust me if you are not things will not go well, and if you have not had a man it will likely be painful….</strong>"<br/><br/>Cariad couldn't help feel a little disappointment at Nadia completing her task, she had always enjoyed someone teasing her hair, no matter how hard their grip. It had excited her somewhat. As she dropped her head she was greeted by the muscular man again, a smile broke across her face, her cheeks reddening as she quickly turned and got dressed as instructed. Her mind beginning to race at the words of her being taken. Surely this would not happen here. Although, to have kept her virtue intact for so long was indeed an honourable thing, if she had been wed to the man her father had intended for her, she would have lost it many years ago, but she had pleaded with him not to force her. And now she was destined to lose it in this place, where the air was so dry her body felt like it was locked in a smoker, being dried from the inside out.<br/><br/>Pulling the clothes over her head, a loose fitting smock, her hair dripping down her neck and trailing between her rounded breasts, Cariad rung her hair out, now the knots and matted sections were tidied, her hair hung long past her shoulders, shimmering slightly in the light as the water drained from it. With the smock now on, Cariad awaited on further instructions, her eyes intently held by the Muscled Man's form and length.<br/>