Aria traced fingertips through several of the substances, disturbing and sending their fragrances wafting into the air. "Yes; yes, I think so: to combining, then." She rubbed her lips crossways against one another, still helping herself to peripheral eyefuls of the collared but otherwise nude Rose. She'd had to restrain herself from staring and entertaining herself with the sight of the other lady undressing, and had been curious, given Rose's hair and face and heritage, about the rest of her - on second thought, she realized she would have been just as curious all the same.<br/><br/>Aria stalked about the main room, casting off pieces of her own attire; the charcoal-colored and form-fitting shirt and leggings she liked to wear for ease of tumbling, the ephemerally light armor, chafing-guard undershirt (rather sweat-soaked after today, and a relief to shed), and some rather upscale lingerie (yet again crimson, although a shade to match her hair) that she'd recently treated herself to in one of the boutiques near where they'd bought their gowns just today.<br/><br/>She had item of magics with reattunement periods to discourage their shedding, but decided to leave about her own throat the leather thong-cord in which her ruby chessknight holy symbol was tied, and which now fell to nestle lightly in her cleavage. Partially it was habit and faith to leave, partially her way of 'matching' Rose. It would've been a disaster to lose, but,  she'd noted before that the tub drain had two layers of fine metal mesh just in its recess; she suspected that bathing was jewelry was not at all an uncommon use case for inn patrons.<br/><br/>Her present thoughts were far and away centered upon the fact that, in the shedding of her leggings, she was freeing to air and sight the tail of her spine. It extended out above and away from her small firm buttocks into a literal tail, thin, long, somewhere in shade between her tongue and hair, and prehensile. She even out of habit used it to help push her own panties down with the spade-shaped tip, which curled in on itself like a tongue to apply more directed pressure against the lacy crimson hem down to her knees. From there the panties fell freely and pooled about her ankles. Their owner stepped out and traipsed frontally towards Rose, smiling at her, flicking her tail upward to one side and around her hip. She was suddenly glad she'd told Rose about her heritage already, and couldn't think of anything to say or explain, as the appendage was perhaps speaking for itself now. She tried not to seem self-conscious, which generally she wasn't anymore, but presently she realized she was as dreadfully curious about what Rose thought of her as she had been to see the shifter so starkly.<br/><br/>Striding back aside the tub, Aria slid her left hand about one of the small clay bowls of powder, and her tail in a loop underneath the lip of another. She lifted both, and with the fingertips of her right hand alternately sprinkled pinches from either bowl. She cast a hazel eye over her shoulder and smiled softly at Rose, " I hope this bath proves a flavorful admixture."