The catgirl gives a little sniff of disdain, but makes no further comment as you hastily dress yourself.<br/><br/><strong>"This way, then."</strong><br/><br/>The bath is at the end of the hall, and it's just that: a bath.  Or, rather, four tubs with a separate changing area, all with modesty curtains so that someone in one tub cannot perv on anyone in another without being really obvious.  Your escort points to one that's already full of steaming, lavender-scented water.<br/><br/><strong>"There you are.  I have been instructed to wait for you to finish."</strong>By her expression, she can think of several things she would rather be doing, and a root canal without any anesthetic is on that list.  Instead she takes a folding chair from beside one of the sinks in the changing area, pops it open, and seats herself beside the curtained-off tub.<strong>"No need for false modesty.  I am quite certain you feel no shame at displaying yourself."</strong><br/><br/>Yeah, you're pretty sure she doesn't like you for some reason.  Maybe it's the genderswap.  Maybe it's the Wolf part.  Maybe she's just got a bad catitude about life.