"As you wish." The girl stands and walks over to the wall again, looking at an array of pestles and mortars. She finally selects a white cream and rubs it on her hands to create a foam before returning, standing behind you and gently spreading the foam through your hair. You smell an earthy sweet smell, like a spice garden, but it is faint enough that it shouldn't cling too long.<br/><br/>As she continues to work the foam through your braids, Tirish moves a step closer, her breasts just barely brushing against your shoulder blades. She kneads the foam into your scalp, letting her hands brush the back of your neck every now and again, before finally stepping back to admire her work.<br/><br/>"If you will step beneath the stream," she points to the water pouring from the fountain. "I would gladly help you rinse off. After that, we can retire back to your chamber, or mine if you prefer. Or, I could lock the baths..."