Brea acknowledged his words with a nod and a glimmer of a smile. Without a pause, she unlaced the bodice of her frock and slid it off her shoulders, baring herself to the waist, and proceeded to wipe her face and breasts clean (or somewhat clean). She did not think about modesty in front of him; he knew what she did, the things Kald made her do. And it would perhaps help him to keep his mouth shut if she gave him a visual treat or two from time to time. Along with the two coppers she discreetly placed at the rim of the tub.<br/><br/>A minute later, she was done, most of the spunk having been cleaned from her face and hair. She pulled the top of her frock back on, laced it up, and strode out to the tavern area, grabbing a dishcloth as she did so, and putting a saucy sway in her hip.