Zitka stuck her tongue out at the two girls and finished drying off. She stood up and waved to one of the workers.<br/><br/>"Hey! George! Give these girls the platinum treatment. Sir Rensforth here is paying." She said to a blond man. Zitka stretched and crossed her arms, looking at the gold clad man. "Let's head to one of the baths then, that's about as secure as you'll get here."