Puternic enjoyed his bath for a long time as he had not done in ages. Women never complained about his smell; men did not matter what they thought. He used a sponge to clean his tanned skin, making it look nice, scarveless, soft again. He took special care when he cleaned his member: even if soft, it was very appreciated by women. He shaved his groin and smiled at himself: that would be the secret to be discovered the girls he decided to mate.<br/><br/>While enjoying this rare moment of privacy, Puternic stayed alert, paying attention to everything going on in the inn. His ears made it easy: the breaking glass, a strange female hiss, a female walking on high heels, the lovely music played by Korono and all the insults made by Kor. Moreover, his nose smelled blood and a delicious scent of ... believe it or not, death. How could that be? Death was always disgusting and he enjoyed being alive: how cone that he liked that scent?<br/><br/>It did not matter. Puternic continued in the large bath, washing his bermuda, only piece of clothing he had brought. He was in no hurry: after all, Korono' song reminded him of the tales of the Greek muses. He stood up and hanged the bermuda in a string inside the restroom. After getting dried, he laid on his King-size bed and stretched his arms and legs, revealing that his skin had already produced a shin layer of oil, making it shine under the light and helping him protect against the hazards of the weather. He closed his eyes and continued to enjoy the feelings brought by his hearing and smelling.