<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/f97Iv9D.jpg)</div>Miriel kept most of her attention on Mhurren, worried he might try something. But she was ready to react. She had considered running away, but, in the end, she decided against it. She'd try to make the best of the current situation. Still, she was not aware to what degree Mhurren felt agitated. Teased. By her. True, she did like to tease. She knew she drew eyes and thoughts of men, and true, she liked that. But she wouldn't dare to tease Mhurren now. Not intentionally anyway. She has had more then enough attention from him.<br/><br/>"Of course I've been to a bath house." - the kind of a bath house she was familiar with was with a huge barrel like bath in a single room, sometimes two baths per room. The baths were big enough for two or three people to comfortably bathe, and sometimes she'd share one with that damned cheating ex lover of hers. But most often she would just pay to have the whole room for herself anyway. "And yes, I did have my own bath and a maid. What is it to you, anyway?" - her tone was defensive, close to being argumentative. "I got robbed, is all. The whole caravan did. That's why I'm here, with you, slumming." - and all he wanted was to take advantage of her situation. "What's your excuse, half-orc?"<br/><br/>She walked fast, eager to have her bath. She could see the sign now, and she made a beeline to it, wearing an eager smile, almost feeling the hot, steamy, oily water that waited for her.