Despite the constant loud, cutesy sounds that Izumi kept making from what she could only assume was the automaton giving her a massage and the trite banter that they kept exchanging, Maeve had been enjoying her bath well enough. Most of the products that popped out of the walls had been about as foreign to her as the multitude of knobs, but the body wash and shampoo had served her just fine. She wasn't used to smelling like 'magnolia blossoms' (that's what it said on the bottle, the only thing that Maeve knew was that they were some sort of flower or something), and she was surprised at how clean and hydrated her skin felt after having washed herself, but it was actually not half bad. Even her colorful hair felt like silk for the first time in...well, ever.<br/><br/>The cameras had taken a bit of getting used to. Even though she was far from being modest or bashful by any stretch of the imagination, Maeve still wasn't thrilled about having the same son of a bitch who'd bought her and kept that collar around her neck peeping her while she bathed. Maeve's implants only made the cameras seem all the more blatant and intrusive, allowing her to perceive every slight adjustment that they made all the way down to hearing the lenses when they zoomed in or out. There was nothing to be done, though. She knew better than to incur her employers wrath by depriving him of his entertainment. It wasn't worth it.<br/><br/>Maeve heard one of the other girls coming well before she'd reached the bathroom door - Kim, judging by the sound that her heels made against the marble floor - but she didn't bother turning to face in that direction until Kim tapped her martini glass against the door frame. She was momentarily startled, thinking that she'd seen Kiko standing there for a fraction of a second before catching herself. The Renkaru torturer and Kim shared a vague resemblance, which combined with the alcohol in Maeve's system had been enough to make her mind play a trick on her. At least it hadn't shown on her face, she was pretty sure. The last thing that she wanted to do was show weakness to any of her new associates whom she knew next to nothing about, especially the skin-changer.<br/><br/>"I am sorry to bother you, Miss. I had almost forgotten you were still in here. Were you going to be much longer?"<br/><br/>"I'm not 'Miss'," Maeve retorted testily.<em>And you didn't almost forget anything</em>. She wasn't dumb or gullible enough to believe that lie. Already from the short time that they'd known each other, Maeve could clearly see that Kim was calculated and methodical. If the shifter was walking in on her while she took a bath, then she had an anterior motive, and they were playing a game.<br/><br/>Inexplicably, Maeve could feel a light tingling down in her loins as she gave the lithe Korean woman a measured stare, starting from her perfectly pedicured feet and slowly working her way up. Annoying or not, she found herself wishing to see what was underneath Kim's white blouse and squeezing her thighs together as she imagined the rest of her seemingly flawless body.<br/><br/>"Don't know, I'll take as long as I take. There's room for eight." It was as much of an invitation as Maeve was likely to extend. Maeve realized that she was probably playing right into the bitch's hand, but she wasn't about to turn Kim away and make it seem like she was intimidated by her or anything like that...plus she still didn't exactly mind seeing her get naked. Whether it was her libido, the alcohol or both, Maeve wasn't certain, but she was definitely more interested than she would have been wise to be.<br/><br/>It was still a game, and Kim was winning by orchestrating a situation in which she had much more experience, not that Maeve even fully realized that in her state of relatively advanced tipsiness. Firefights and brawls were her areas of expertise, but the skin-changed was undoubtedly more skilled when it came to the arts of seduction and manipulation.<br/><br/><em>Keep your friends close and your enemies closer</em>. Maeve tried to rationalize the situation using a quote that she'd heard in one of her favorite old movies, The Godfather Part II. Friends, she'd never had an abundance of, but she must have gotten pretty good at the second part over the years since her enemies constantly seemed to be crawling up her ass. This could be just like that, kind of...except Kim had yet to be confirmed as an enemy, and she was a hot naked chick that Maeve wanted to lick and strangle at the same time.<br/><br/>And then Danni burst into the bathroom too, putting a bit of a damper on the sexual tension that had suddenly spiked up so quickly between her two roommates. It was both a relief and a disappointment.<br/><br/>"What's that you got around your neck?"<br/><br/>Maeve's hand shot out to intercept Danni's wrist in an eight of a blink of an eye, stopping the young hacker's fingers about an inch away from touching the collar around her neck. "Family heirloom," she said in a flat but firm tone that brooked no argument or further discussion.<em>Patience, you'll see soon enough...</em>