Indeed, from what Aria'd seen of Brightwater so far (and would've guessed given the goddesses it held), she guessed there would be a number of couples sneaking off..."perhaps even into the ship's bowels, and perhaps 'couples' of more than two...whatever closes the sale, I say!"<br/><br/>Aria stretched the moment Rose mentioned a bath. "I<em>could</em>use one...or several...gods! What does it say that such have we have grown used enough to spilling blood and walking on from it....ahh, too often a necessity for those of the Realms who stand up for their mores..."<br/><br/>Her thoughts shifted abruptly at the suggestion of<em>assisted</em>bathing. Despite the fact that the tiefling had fair practice at masking or even feigning the emotions of face and voice and poise, delight danced in her eyes. "Ah,<em>yes</em>, that sounds absolutely<em>divine</em>, Rose! Likewise, of course, and well earned after all this bloody business!" She decided<em>not</em>to mention that she was quite flexible at reaching around and about, but perhaps it'd come out anyway if she returned the favor.<br/><br/>She rose, and stretched again. She glanced at the ever-subtlety changing sky, and remarked, "And I'll get to show you where I've been staying!"<br/><br/>The Fifth Queen's den was more of what they'd seen from its wraparound porch and second-floor terraces - folk hunched or lounging about tables of cards and chess and other, more elaborate games. The den hosted a bar and the usual drinking and dining fare as well, and even a bookies' desk where the establishment took wagers on upcoming public contests like those at the Circus today, or private wagers between individuals over the games going on here and other matters. The patrons skewed male, but - or, more likely, thusly - those taking their orders at the gaming tables for drinks, food, and tobacco were female, nd quite obviously so. Their simple and sparing black outfits seemed slashed by rapier-point with daring slits up the skirts and through cleavage, the wearers beautiful to the last lass, as most of their tips reflected.<br/><br/>Aria's room, on the second floor, faced a courtyard and had a tiny shuttered balcony which would just barely host to two sit or stand. The room itself had a crimson hue, very close to that of Aria's holy symbol and new gown, which as she remarked was part of its choosing. The curtains, carpet, and bed-canopy were all a matched crimson, but all the room's woodwork was black, such as a table which sported its own chessboard squares and several tiny drawers on the side holding pieces and decks of cards. A few of Aria's personal effects lay about: a map of the Quarter of the Great Wheel and a book of Silver Marches military history with the bookmark halfway through; other outfits (mostly dark but not black, and one no more modest in cut than the waitresss's downstairs), and a now-cold clay cup of coffee.<br/><br/>She gestured through the doorway to the bathing room, "You're in luck, or rather again, 'twas choosing, I thought I'd treat myself to this and now I'm glad I did: the marble basin, by command words, sets water to flowing, with what limit if any I've not yet tested or reached."  She walked in, and stood by where the floor raised several feet, forming the lip which then sank away into the hemispherical gap int eh raised marble which formed the tub. "Much faster than having to pump a bath, and more easily commanded to warmth too."<br/><br/>She did just that, and water began to pour from a raised arc of marble sculpted like a decanter affixed at the far end of the tub. It flowed down the hemispherical curve, giving off steam, and disappeared into a small drain. Aria bent over to insert the drain stopper, and reached over for several small bowls of powders as the basin began to fill and stream. "There are a few scents to by had by more than mundane means...hmm, I think that one's jasmine, and that honeysuckle, but I haven't played with them all yet...the lard-soap bars over there have flecks of a few different herbs stirred in, as well."