The girl's eyes widen, and her breath is sharp as you pull her in to your embrace. After a moment, though, her own hand touches your waist beneath the water.<br/><br/>"I... I would be more than happy to do these things for you, Sister. We should have plenty of soap that has not been perfumed..." She makes no move to pull away, but shifts towards the base of the fountain, where row upon row of carved soap rests. However, the piece she pulls away is simple, not decorative... a white, round chunk, that gives off very little scent.<br/><br/>"If you would, step more to the shallows. The soap will lather best above water..." She points to an area on the opposite end of the pool, where the ground is barely calf-deep. As she moves to lead you that way, you can feel her heart beat speeding up against your body.