<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0e/Cyra_Melchior.jpg)</div><strong>Cyra Melchior</strong>(https://docs.google.com/document/d/18KfvmYsCp9czN5pAfm_K_0lIC9geiVLqz-9pA0j0RfU/edit)<br/><br/>After a little while of winding down, Cyra gave relaxed enough to give a contented sigh at the days events.  The hard bodied little dancer stripped down and cleaned herself with warm water and soap at the basin.  She moaned a little as she soaped up her maiden temple, remembering with a shameful thrill the way her body had responded to the vile man...<br/><br/>After spending a bit too long bathing herself, even catching herself as her hips began to roll and sway, Cyra rinsed herself down, patted herself dry, and slipped back into her dancing costume of gauzy padding and copper ornaments.  The raven haired girl made her way out of the raucous tavern and over to the oasis where she went looking for a mask vendor.