<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/GRcsBp4.jpg)</div>Miriel found herself overjoyed that the water kept clean and warm. Though that meant she did have to use all there was of the lavander oil to keep the water as oily as she liked. As the steps and voices started approaching, Miriel grasped at the edge of the bathtub, forcefully stopping herself the from further caresses, even as her breasts felt so tender and swollen and inviting, and her nether lips feeling almost inflamed, so very sensitive and yearning for further attention...<br/><br/>She has been enjoying the feeling of keeping close to that inviting edge, close to all the sensations that came with rushing over it, but she had been careful not to push herself too close in this not so private environment. Now she found herself trying to calm and slow down her breathing and trying to seem... innocent... as the steps approached ever closer. Still her thighs continued to tighten against each other, then relax for few moments longer, in a delightful but slow rhythm beneath the oily water surface. She was so glad it wasn't Mhurren rushing her out of this oh so enjoyable bathing experience.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Do you mind if I join you?</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>"May I know your name, madam?" - as the woman asked that unexpected question, Miriel wore a content and satisfied smile, her breathing still slightly deepened, her cheeks and neck still reddened with desire, though one might have thought it was simply due to hot water and steam. With a small gesture of her hand, Miriel implied she had nothing against the woman's company. Indeed, Miriel was eager to make friends and allies in what was so far pretty unwelcoming city - "I'm Miriel. Please..." - her hand was now inviting the woman to join her in the water, as her heart was still beating fast from her recent... indiscretion.