<div class="floatleft">(http://i1113.photobucket.com/albums/k512/MissF1R3/BlueHair2_zpsxejtlgxs.gif)</div><strong>Christina Luxford<br/>2nd Floor</strong><br/><br/>Wet feet hit the floor of the bathroom, small clouds of steam rolling out of the doorway as Chris sighed and opened the door. She felt refreshed after her shower and looked it, too. Her bleary-eyed morning face had vanished, replaced with a relaxed smile. The hot water and soap had done her good after the festivities of last night. She was utterly nude, caring not if her comrades saw her. After all, she'd been rather intimate with all of them by now. The Vals were a close-knit group and intimacy was part of that. Chris' body was a fine balance of curvy and athletic, her breasts more than a generous handful, stomach tight from exercise, hips flared out a bit to be wonderfully grippable, her backside heart-shaped and plump. She was a beautiful woman, and looked even more so with her skin glistening and fresh from the shower.<br/><br/>"Bathroom's free!" called the swordswoman, pulling a towel off the rack and drying her hair. She padded out into the common area to see who was up and about this morning. Her stomach rumbled. She was feeling a bit peckish and considered heading downstairs after she dressed to grab some breakfast. Chris wondered if they'd have any jobs today. The last week had been surprisingly quiet for not just them, but all the mercenary companies. The city usually provided gigs for all the companies, but things had been slow. She wasn't ungrateful for the small break. They'd all needed it. The time to relax and enjoy life had been well deserved. Chris smiled to herself, thinking about all the fun she'd had this last week.