Saif smiled at Star through his wraps, although it appeared more in his eyes, the one part that was exposed at the moment.  He stretched his leg to move against her tail and join her in the gesture and that moment, he noticed something.  She was sitting at the table with her tail underneath it.  Now that he was paying more attention to her, he started to notice certain things about her and his academic side kicked in.  What was it like to live in a world built for bipedal people with a tail like that?  Saif was sure he'd learn eventually, but for now, it remained one of the curiosities of the lamia.  A bit of mystery to be unraveled later.<br/><br/>It was then that Nimh made her appearance and asked to sit with him.  Normally, he would've been open and friendly with her without pause, but the words caught in his throat.  A quick glance back at Star and he wondered, was it okay?  He was worrying too much, though, and of course it was okay.  He perished the odd thought and turned back to Nimh, gesturing to a seat near him.<br/><br/>"Of course, please join me."  He said, tone warm despite the neutral nature of his linen-wrapped face.<br/><br/><div align="center">___________________________________________________________</div><br/>In the baths, Carla quickly shimmied out of her shorts, panties and shirt, depositing them in the basket next to the entrance.  Nude, she found herself struck by a mix of feelings at being the only one currently in the bath.  Glad that she got to get some of the dirt and twigs off of her without worrying about judgement, but a little disappointed at the lack of company.  It allowed her to step under a spigot to the side and get much of the grime off her skin, the twigs out of her hair and the dirt from between her cloven hooves, the white fur of her legs matted down and darkened while her long hair, now out of it's braid, sort of shimmered in the thick darkness that the water gave it.<br/><br/>By then, she was still alone, having rushed that part so she could relax in the bath without literally muddying the waters.  The satyr sighed as she lowered herself into the water, cupping her hands and lifting the warmth over her head and letting it cascade down her body.  She sunk into the water, her breasts bobbing beneath the surface, nipples submerged, but cleavage parting the water above.  Carla relaxed, enjoying how the warmth of the water relaxed her tightened muscles, moaning out in pleasure at the sensation of the knots unraveling.<br/><br/>Then, she realized she was being watched.<br/><br/>It wasn't the fault of her watcher or even something she saw, more just a feeling and she could've been wrong as well.  Carla didn't bother looking for whoever it was, though.  She didn't want to blow their cover, she didn't mind being watched and she loved putting on a show.  In fact, she decided the water and tub were obscuring her a little too much and shifted to sit up on the edge of the bath.  The firm, rounded flesh of her rear flushed out against the hard marble of the bath, olive skin meeting the unyielding lighter color.  She twisted a bit to the side to expose her breasts as she reached down to the water, capturing some of it in her cupped hand and bringing it up to her collar, letting it cascade down her front and smirking to herself at the prospect of putting on the show.  Just what would her admirer do to this sight?  Log it away for later?  Enjoy it themselves, wherever they were?  Come out of hiding to try and take advantage of the nude and nubile young woman?<br/><br/>Carla was quite curious to see what would happen.