“Oh, my, puns, is it?  You are a bad girl.  You’ll fit right in.  I’m sure you’ve all had a long day, let’s get you cleaned up,” Violet grinned.  Other humanoids came and guided the new slaves away to their respective “orientations,” Faunra, Allizsah, and Renilda with a Amazonian human, Tamarie, Jhessail, and Alice with a voluptuous silver-haired elf, and Kievanna off on her own with a halfling woman.<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://static.f-list.net/images/charimage/10214649.jpg)</div>Alice and the others were led past the grates and simple earthen huts to a more finished, large ornate stone structure.  There were actual pillars and walls, even a pediment with bas relief of sea nymphs frolicking with a groping octopus.  “I suppose I should bid you welcome to the flesh pits.  Not the most reassuring name, but that’s what all of this is, organizing the new arrivals to Rivenheart and preparing them for their purpose.  My name is Il’amatha, and I’m one of the senior companions, so I’m kind of the ambassador to settle you new girls in.  Right now I’m sure you’re exhausted and need some rest, so let’s go inside.”  Not only was she thicker than most full elves, her pale hair and flesh almost glowing indicated a great age.  Instead of other races becoming small, frail, bent, and wrinkled, elves just became more ethereal, like they were going to fade away to pure spirits.  Upon her introduction, Tamarie smirked, but quickly rolled her lips to rest her face again.<br/><br/>Inside and past veils of silk was a bathhouse and spa.  The afternoon light shone through an aperture in the central dome, giving a warm glow to the frescoes and mosaics decorating the walls and floor.  There were multiple large pools, some steaming, one boiling, and even a small one that looked an oily green.  In the pools and walking around was a multitude of people, mostly a variety of humanoids, and mostly attractive females, though there appeared to be some pretty males, and several elsewhere on a spectrum.  A few wore a robe or towel wrapped around, though most were nude, or perhaps daubed with mud or moisturizing oils.  Il’amatha picked up a load of towels and a basket with various soaps and oils, and led the elves to a steaming pool.  The elf pulled a gold pin on her white gown, letting it fall away and pool at her feet, leaving her nude as well.  “Have a dip in the caldarium and get a good sweat going first…”  She herself dipped a toe in before walking down the few steps and easing her body into the hot water.  The pool started shallow, and deepened to the other end, with the walls forming a long bench seat all around, allowing occupants of various sizes to immerse or sit comfortably.  A few halflings and gnomes sat near the steps, while at the deep end a large ogress reclined against the edge, covered in a sheen of sweat.<br/><br/>In the next pool over, the water was boiling, with just a couple of occupants—one woman with obsidian skin and literal flaming hair, and filling up most of the other half was a huge red-skinned fire giantess, both of whom seemed to be perfectly comfortable at cooking temperature.<br/><br/>Jhessail just shrugged and stripped off her dirty robe, revealing her slender pale body and walked into the pool, sitting on the floor and immersed to her nose.  Tamarie, sighed, taking a moment to look around, before resigning herself to going with the flow for now and stripping off the makeshift hide she’d taken from the gnolls, showing off her tanned body (no tan lines, one might notice), and easing herself more slowly into the hot water to sit on a bench herself, half out of the water.<br/><br/>The bath house had a few conversations around, though it wasn’t loud, with an equal amount of splashes of water or wet feet echoing softly on the walls.  Their current host engaged in some open conversation, “So I won’t bother to ask how you came about to Rivenheart, that’s often enough a story for another time.  But where are you all from?  Some material word, I would venture, but you never know with some here.”<br/><br/>[<Il'Amatha> translated from elven being "a beautiful healing, freely given."  Among some half-elves, this is sometimes more crudely "healslut."]<br/><br/>(https://external-preview.redd.it/2KRlh5ORmXJNjvbVwId1diCPqQuMv9jz4RRGvq37gww.png?auto=webp&s=e656cf27127567869c1f2fbb5fe482f659ec4b2e)