(Nivek) Well, was nice while it lasted.  I shrug, writing the mystery off as something for a future story, and begin getting properly dressed for show.  After all, I try to look presentable just in case one of the nobles needs to speak with me, or just to tour the upper level.  Once dressed, I knock on her door one last time.<br/><br/>(Laverius) The suspense is almost physically painful.  I know she is intentionally waiting before answering.  I remain silent, knowing that a single word will result in her saying no.  Finally, she consents.<strong>"Thank you, Mistress"</strong>I say with a sigh.  I walk closer, kneeling behind her and taking in the scent of the bath salts as well.  I quietly take a rag in hand and dip it in the bath beside her, squeezing it gently so that too much water does not drip upon her back.