Mylanna feels the excitement as she looks over her shoulder to see Yuri watching her with undisclosed interest.  Part of her felt like some wanton hussy at her behavior, but she felt fully under Yuri's charm.  Now that she was in no danger of being killed in the name of the law, she felt the desire to pursue her interest in Yuri.  A woman immune to her affliction was unique, and Yuri was unique in so many ways.  She remembered the last woman she lay with, over twenty years before.  An elven ranger, they had shared each others pleasures, and in her excitement, she had drawn blood, inflicting the ranger with her lycanthropy.  My had taken her to a druid friend who was able to cleanse her of the affliction.  Mylanna swore from then on she would not take that chance again.<br/><br/>My shakes her head, trying to clear her thoughts as she enters the bathroom.  She relieves herself, then starts sniffing through the soaps until she finds the one with the least fragrance.  She draws a bath, the water a bit hotter than her usual fare of lazy streams or rivers.  She sits on the edge of the tub, one leg held out, lightly bouncing as her eyes followed the sparkling jeweled anklet.  When the tub is about half full, she turns off the water and slips into the tub, letting out a long soft sigh.<br/><br/>She turns as Yuri enters the bathroom, lips turning up into a broad smile.  Her eyes wander over her body, obviously pleased by what she sees as her nipples harden slightly.  "Thank you.. I would have done that myself.. but I thought you might enjoy the view more this way..."  She leans against the side of the tub, folding her arms along the rim and resting her head on her arms, looking up at Yuri, "we can talk if you like.. worry about food later..."