As they head down the hall, Aster's feline curiosity gets the better of him, prompting the bard to try and peek into any rooms with their door left ajar. He doesn't pay the attendant's swaying ass too much attention. His personal hostess has been teased and taunted enough with his attention to other women. As soon as the key is in in his hand, he tips the bath house attendant a silver and shakes his head politely.<strong>"That will be all, thank you."</strong>Now, finally, it's just him and his faux catgirl.<br/><br/>Once the attendant leaves and the door is locked behind her, Aster sets to undressing. The tone of his muscles is still slightly visible through a thin coat of catlike fur, but nothing could conceal the most lively muscle of all. Exposed to the steamy air, his beastlike member twitches and bobs in the air, it's rhythmic throbs only growing stronger as the human woman presumably follows suite in disrobing. His belongings stripped and locked away, Aster seats himself in the tub, stretching out luxuriously as he waits to be joined.