Back at the bathhouse, Deja has thoroughly enjoyed the full services of her attendant, without seeming to notice or avoid the watchful presence of her companions... well, for the most part.  At one moment, when the young woman is helping Deja "wash" with a warm, orange sponge nested between her thighs, the half-elf paladin-- her cheeks slightly pink from the warmth of the bath, fair hair now soaked to wet brown tendrils and plastered to her head-- locks eyes with Wrenn.  Her back arches slightly, her breath seems to catch, and then she emits a long, tantalizing sigh.<br/><br/>Her breath a bit faster now, she stirs the water with soft watery splashes as she repositions herself with Bunny-Julia's back facing her friends for a degree of privacy, but fully aware that there's no disguising what she's receiving or how much she's enjoying it... still, with only Bunny-Julia's back facing them, all that can be seen from this angle is the bare woman's back, the motion of her arms and shoulders, and the half-elf cleric's slender feet and calves, occasionally shifting around the servant's waist... even, at one point, crossing to lock in a vice-like grip about the servant's trim waist.  Over the soft splashing and the servant's encouraging words and giggles, the half-elf seems to thoroughly enjoy the personal service... at least twice... before dismissing the young woman to fetch her mead.<br/><br/>The delicate featured half-elf, when left by her momentary servant, looks incredibly relaxed and poised... quite lordly, in some respects, despite her diminutive size and fragile seeming.  When presented, she accepts from the naked servant a gold-rimmed crystal goblet.  "That will do," she says kindly, "please bring a robe for me in five minutes."  She then drinks deep from the goblet and closes her eyes to drift away in her mind for a moment.