Janmorel's warning paid off as they exited the small bakery that the tunnel led too.  The market place was small, but there were several town militia in full armor with pikes and swords at their hips.  They seemed to be relaxed, but their eyes were sharp, probably looking for pickpockets.  They glanced over Doxi and Janmorel, but gave the two no trouble as they walked past to the Harlot's Tub.  The name and sign outside of the bathing house were both lewd and quite laviscious, but upon entering Doxi was mildly surprised.  Greeted by men and women wearing uniforms that displayed surprisingly little flesh, the entire decor was very tasteful and modest.  It was more of a classical look, with marble that shone from countless polishings and torches that gave off very little soot, showing their quality.  The torches were an interesting touch, instead of everbright lanterns which would glow magically, the torches offered a softer light, and one that glowed warmly on the polished marble.<br/><br/>The greeter offered them the baths and Janmorel dug into her pouch and slipped four gold coins into the woman's hand.  Then blushed as the woman called out behind her, "Two women for the deluxe baths."  The meek half elf stammered and said, "actually, I'm not a man or a woman... I'm uh... both."<br/><br/>The woman sniffed and looked at Janmorel for a moment then said, "It's ok sweety, we don't get many futanari here.  Forgive me, but I think you'll be more comfortable in the women's baths then the men."<br/><br/>Janmorel nodded and the captain and the engineer followed the woman back through a hallway that curved to the right.  The first room was obviously for undressing and changing.   There was a large counter and each of them was offered a box to put their belongings in and then locked before being put back under the counter.  Several muscular women armed with long knives guarded the pretty girl at the counter.  Obviously their belongings would be safe.<br/><br/>The hostess explained that after this room they would be naked, and took an appreciative look at Janmorel's flaccid futacock.   The next room was a rub down massage, quick and efficient, and in no way sexual.  Then the masseuse rubbed a light scented oil over Doxi's body.  Then using an odd wooden stick that was curved like a sycle, the oil and any dirty was scraped from Doxi's body.  Then finally the last room was the baths themselves.  There were three baths.  The two smaller baths contained very hot and cold water, and the large bath contained warm water and was deep enough at one end for Doxi to stand and be submerged to her shoulders.  The shallow end however was only two feet deep and quite pleasant to sit in the tiled pool.