<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/6WgXIAn.png)</div>Ayumi did her best to clean both the inner and outer areas of the bath house as thoroughly as she could, knowing that the mid-afternoon crowd would be piling in only a few hours later. Though many would consider her task boring and thankless, she was happy to do it. The young kitsune was raised on stories passed down for several generations about the founding of the village and how much of the fox clan's good fortune stemmed from those very springs. So thankful were the inhabitants, at first, that they believed there to be a benevolent spirit of some sort in the smooth rocks and the steaming water that bubbled up from the earth. As the person who spent more time there than anybody else, the hard-bodied young woman felt a strong connection to this spirit and fancied herself a shrine tender of sorts.<br/><br/>Once the place was sparkling clean and ready to be utterly debauched again, Ayumi headed to her favorite noodle shop for lunch. It wasn't too far away and the owners didn't mind catering to someone of her station. She wandered through the streets of the village for a bit, pondering just what sort of bowl to order that day. In a few hours, she'd have to clean the bath house from top to bottom again, and then again some hours after that. There was enough time to train, meditate, or hang out at the shops between cleanings, but not really enough to go all the way home and get some rest.<br/><br/>http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=13423