Natashah, Lady Riskmonte, pulled the sodden hood back from over her honey-blonde locks. The usually, almost obsessively kept hair currently little more than a a wet mop of strands that, after flicking it over her shoulders, hung nearly to the bottom of her shoulder blades. Just getting out of the rain was a blessing worthy of prayer in her mind. "Thank you Goodwoman Falconer, please inform my Lord that at least I am grateful for his invitation and will be delighted to  join him." Her refined, elegant and careful dictation all but screamed her noble bloodline. "If you would be so kind, would you send someone to my room for my dressing gown?" Her warm, brown eyes crinkled with the curving of her sensual, if slightly blue lips; showing adorable dimples and even, white toothed smile. "I will be coming to the bathing chamber directly."<br/><br/>With the requests made, she began to unbuckle the leather armor that concealed her hourglass figure; The full breasts that the sturdy material of the tunic clung to so delightfully, her slender waist with it's flat belly and, of course, the flare of hips under the leather breaches that she wore in such conditions did nothing to hide the long, toned legs and rounded rump of the Baroness of Riskmonte. "Oh, would you be so kind as to provide an introduction to the good Lord?  Thank you." Her tone was polite, even courteous in it's slightly husky tone that could issue orders with the power of any nobleman.<br/><br/>With an utter lack of modesty, the young woman continued to disrobe and set her clothing out to begin the drying process. "I cannot speak for you, my fine companions, but a hot bath sounds heavenly at the moment... if you will excuse me?"<br/><br/>She waited for the innkeeper and strolled, as naked as the day that she was born, with the older woman to the baths.