Lisra would enjoy the massaging of her scalp, and the grazing of Tirish's pert nipples against her shoulderblades, clearly on her tip-toes to be washing her hair.  Once she was done with the surprisingly relaxing act, Lisra nodded and stepped under the stream, bringing the other woman with her.  The ranger would tend to rinsing her hair, leaving the rest of her to Tirish, naturally, a smile firmly planted upon her lips.<br/><br/>"Hm... where to, where to..." Lisra muttered, thinking aloud a bit "How far is your room?  I don't plan on dressing myself until we're done, so if you're uncomfortable with people seeing us walk there with everything on display, then I would say my room, since we'll likely need to<em>rinse off</em>in here once we're done..."<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">By the way, if we're going to slow or anything, just let me know</div></div>