Manaki seems somewhat timid at the mention of returning to his place.<strong>”Uh, evil lair, right.”</strong>He seems pretty quick in recovering from the topic as he leads you through town, which has changed a great deal over the years.  The streets have been laid with cobblestone rather than the old dirt roads you remember and are lined with oil lantern streetlights that an older man seems to be in the process of lighting them one by one.  The buildings largely made of up masonry in this area of town rather than wood and paper.  Likewise, the people walking the streets seem to stop and gawk at your nude splendor with mixed reactions.  The younger generation, regardless of gender, certainly seems to show wanton interest while the older individuals seem to have been instilled with a more prudish mindset look at you with scorn and judgment.  At first, you would notice an alarming absence of bathhouses compared to centuries ago when there was one on practically every block. Just when you may start revisit your notion of arson, you are finally led to a building with a sign that reads<em>Sensual Springs Bathhouse</em>.<br/><br/><strong>”Here we are.  I rent out a room on the top floor.”</strong>The tone in the kitty boy’s voice suggested that he might actually be embarrassed by where he lives, as though he had been shamed or called a perv in the past because of it.  Perhaps one of the more alarming sights of this new world awaited as you stepped into the bathhouse’s lobby and noticed doors on opposite sides of the room reading<em>Him</em>and<em>Her</em>in what was clearly intended to express that the bathhouse was segregated by gender.  Clearly dark days had fallen over your hometown and it was in desperate need for a sexual revolution.<br/><br/>Seemingly used to the blasphemy that was the non-co-ed bathhouse, Manaki leads you through a plain wooden door tucked off to the side of the room and up a flight of stairs to a row of apartments.  After unlocking one of the doors, he holds it open for you to enter.  While the rest of the city seems to have lost their way, your Master seems to have some spirit of the old ways as his room seems to be decorated in something that loosely resembles a harem of old with piles of lush, colorful pillows taking up most of the floor space and heavy curtains covering the cold brick walls. Richly scented oils and fragrances gave the apartment an appealing aroma that was most likely wafting up from the baths below the room.