The door opens, and a young lady, human by the look of things and slightly bulky by elf standards, or perhaps "buxom" is the word, and shining black hair braided, enters, pulling in a large, iron tub filled with hot water. The tub is levitating slightly in the air, explaining how she got it up the stairs, and she sets it down in the middle of the room.<br/><br/>"Oils, miss? Most of our oils come from plants - razorvine, peach tree, and rose are the only options here, I think. Would you like me to get one of those while I fetch you a towel, miss?"<br/><br/>She stands with her hands clasped in front of her, looking fairly proper, considering this is not the highest class of inn. It seems as though in Hell, perhaps the standards are a little higher.