It dawned upon Iona that leaving a trail of clothing behind, along her path to the cool waters of the pool was probably not the best way to make an introduction. Of course, this dawned upon her after she was nude, in the waters, and had nothing left to change back into. Iona laughed under her breath at the ridiculous situation that she found herself in and a small smirk flashed across her face. She wondered just how she was going to make it back to her tent. She could streak across the festival grounds, running as quickly as she could, though that would certainly bring more attention to her than she would have liked, or she could sneak over and hide behind tents, stalls and the like, though the odds of a beautiful woman in the nude sneaking in the middle of the day were just as bad. Then a plan began to formulate...<br/><br/>Iona began to sing sweetly, and sensually, to herself as she bathed and floated in the pool. Like a siren her voice promised pleasure and satisfaction beyond the wildest imaginations of any poor fool that heeded the call. If she could seduce someone into retrieving some clothes for her, the problems would be solved, and maybe, just maybe, she would have an informant waiting in the camps.