<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/GRcsBp4.jpg)</div>Miriel was expecting far worse from a bathhouse located in the town quarter called Cheapside, and was looking forward to it anyway. The hot humid air immediately felt good on her skin. Her smile was steadily growing as she stepped deeper into the establishment. A private bath for her, paid for by Albanus, and whatever else she wanted. She laughed out a little, a merry little sound that matched her smile. The day's troubles were quickly being left behind. Even Mhurren left her alone to enjoy herself.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Your hair is lovely, miss.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>"It's a bit of a mess now. Yours is very beautiful. I might braid mine as well..." - Miriel spared a glance to the lovely young girl, her braids, and her colorful robe, but was drawn further by the call of a glorious bath. She didn't get a private room, but there were only women present. Men might have an area of their own elsewhere, since Mhurren would have been welcomed. Miriel sent a friendly wave towards the group of women as she followed the girl.<br/><br/>She wasn't aware what a steam room was, so she quickly skipped over that offer. Eager to start soaking in warm water, she quickly settled with the young hostess for a soft wildflowers-scented soap, lavander oil, plus a pumice-stone and a long handled brush for those usually hard to reach areas. Miriel didn't ask for prices, used to not caring about gold, and used to gifts such as these. She immediately poured half of the lavander oil into the bath to make the water nice and oily.<br/><br/>She undressed quickly and immediately vanished under the surface for a moment, completely soaking herself in the oily water. She resurfaced with a happy smile, all worries of that day forgotten.<br/><br/>Her small foot broke the oily surface, together with her calf, and Miriel enjoyed soaping and massaging the soft skin and thin muscles until she could feel the heat of the increased blood flow under her skin. She used the pumice-stone on her hands and feet until her hands and feet felt very soft and almost silky. Her calves were next, then her thighs. As her own touches advanced towards the more sensitive skin, she gently squeezed her thighs together, her happy smile turning into a playful grin as all kinds of naughty thoughts started to pour into her mind.<br/><br/>Miriel sinked a little lower into the bath, vanishing from view beneath the edge of the bath. Only occasionally a calf or a knee would show itself for a moment, before vanishing from sight again a moment later. Water was now up to her chin, but now she could easily raise her thigh to soap it and oil it and caress it above the surface of water.<br/><br/>Feeling the heat from her thighs slowly spreading throughout her body, Miriel oiled her hands again, and gently cupped the undersides of her small perky breasts. A slow, gentle movement that followed the curves of her breasts slowly upward, teasing the skin with a gentlest of squeezes as her grasp narrowed towards the sensitive nubs. Her breathing became a bit slower, deeper, as she continued the gentle caresses.<br/><br/>Generously oiled again, one hand left her breast, and traced her skin over the tout stomach and navel, and further down until it touched and gently parted the soft blonde curls that covered her mound so sparsely. Her fingers parted, avoiding the most sensitive area, continuing to gently caress, tease and massage herself in smaller and smaller circles as she felt heat spreading in gentle waves to every corner of her body. Her eyes closed, and she signed contently. Caresses of her breast and nipple became slightly firmer, as she gently parted her nether petals... her breath turned into a softest of moans. Her hips rolled of their own accord in gentle circle disturbing the water surface just a little.<br/><br/>But this was as far as Miriel wanted to take this self exploration. As she liked to tease men with her dance, clothes, curves, looks... so she loved to tease her skin and nerves until the heat and desire would rise and she'd feel excited and just so vigorous... often before she would perform on stage.<br/><br/>Miriel stretched her limbs and back with an slow exhale that turned into a gentle purr, thin but wide grin curving her lips, her cheeks and neck lightly reddened. She opened her eyes to check on her surroundings, pulling herself up so her eyes came up above the bath edge. She hoped she might have more time, to add more hot water and enjoy herself at least a little longer...