"You're right; I do enjoy the view." Yuria answers playfully "It's not too cold in here for you though, is it?  You certainly<em>look</em>like it's a bit... 'nippy'."<br/><br/>A low, soft chuckle at her own pun, and she moves a bit closer, sitting upon the closed toilet facing you, still within arms reach if you held your hand out to touch her.  She crosses her legs and sits with her back straight, hands in her lap, like a proper, well-mannered lady.  Her eyes never once leave you as she moves to her new location.<br/><br/>"Then we shall talk.  I'm particularly curious about you... such a sweet, beautiful young lass, and yet capable of turning into such a powerful, dangerous beast.  When was it that you were turned, my dear? It must have been pretty young that you were bitten, after what you mentioned to me before about understanding the feral nature of the beast." she asked, then a playful glint met her eye "Perhaps you can tell me about it... while I wash your back for you?"<br/><br/>She reaches up and unbuttons the last two buttons of her knightly robe, and undoes the belt about her waist, which doesn't fall off as it goes through loops in the robe.  She then slowly unbuttons her blouse, revealing the white cloth beneath that is binding her bosom down for support and comfort in her armor, and soon the blouse and knight-robe are shrugged off and set upon the sink, leaving her in her boots, her skirt, and the white cloth.  She begins undoing the cloth, but stops<em>just</em>before her bosom is unleashed, looking rather coy with a cheeky sort of smile upon her face.<br/><br/>"Unless of course... you don't<em>want</em>me to wash your back for you?" she says, teasingly "I could always leave you be to wash your own back, and we can talk when you're done and dressed..."