Roman Baths / Minor-to-whatever-aphro-desired / Open

[golden_blazes]

The thing with being constantly regulated to taking showers, is that Arabelle hadn't had a true submerge-yourself-in-water type bath in years. Tubs generally weren't designed for folks with wings, let alone folks with wingspans as impressive as hers

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[queenofsex]

Alice had very little fear of the hotel's tricks. It hadn't bothered to mess with her at all yet and short of doing things she was afraid of it had little chance of bothering her sexually.

Her exploring today paid off when she found a roman-style bath. Quite wanting to try it out, she was about to take her clothes off when she noticed somebody already within the baths. So waving a little she called out "Hello! I hope you don't mind if I join you." She would politely wait for a response before doing anything else.

Wow, so sorry, I didn't get the notifs for anything lately, apparently. wtf.

[golden_blazes]

Winged, tall, blonde, and half-assed swimming through the water and using her wings to do so, Arabelle froze for a moment before realizing it was another woman, "Hiya, feel free, s'plenty'a room in here, so go right-on ahead." She gestured, moving closer to the edge where Alice was, mostly for the sake of conversation.

"So, yeah. Hi. Name's Ara."

It's fine it happens.

[queenofsex]

Alice smiled at the other woman when she gestured her to come in. Seeing how she seemed comfortable she'd begin to strip off her clothes while talking "I'm Alice. Nice to meet you."

...and then that one shows up! LJ, dude. What. Seriously.

[golden_blazes]

Honestly, in her short time here, the hotel's done a lot of merciless shoving at Arabelle's boundaries as it is. Still, she didn't mind, since it was a giant bath house thing as it was, and this was how she understood it working. Whether it was correct or not, or simply Hotel, who knew.

"Nice'ta meet'cha too, Alice." Arabelle grinned, giving her wings a beat to facilitate something of a backstroke, "You been here long? Lotta folks around I haven't met yet."

[warriorscribe]

Enoch had the fortune of not falling prey to temptation just yet. It helped that he was focused on the goal of finding an escape route, and was still convinced he'd be able to find one. Sure, Sariel had said there was no escape, but he seriously doubted the fallen angel would even try.

So it was in his wanderings that Enoch found the large public baths and the winged woman within them. In general, the scribe tended to assume any being with feathered wings was an angel, but he was used to them not having physical forms like this.

The hot water looked inviting, and Enoch knew he could use a break. But sharing the space with what could well be an angel gave him pause. He would have to ask first. "Excuse me. Can I join you?"

[golden_blazes]

Enoch, if he could sense it, wouldn't detect anything holy about one miss Arabelle Kintotech, even as she swam lazily through the pool. The woman was athletic, though leanly so, with several scars on her body. And if he could see them, the most recent being four in a line below her ribcage.

Nonetheless, she blinked and made a noise in surprise, ducking in the water at first largely because he wasn't someone she knew, at least, before she realized he'd probably been there for at least a minute or so. Her wings flicked in the water as she took a moment to compose a reply, "Ah. Sure, there's plenty'a space in here. Name's Ara, who might'cha be?"

[warriorscribe]

He couldn't sense it, of course, he was still far too human. At least he wasn't giving her any lewd looks, exposed as she'd been. His armor vanished into nothingness in a flash of white and he bent down to take off his sandals. "Thank you. My name is Enoch."

[golden_blazes]

"Neat trick with th' armor, by the way." Arabelle was actually rather appreciative of that, all considered. "Wish I could do that sometimes."

"So, hotel treatin' you alright, or are ya new?" She asked, lazily swimming in the deeper end, using her wings to facilitate a kind of backstroke for the moment, keeping her head, shoulders, and the tops of her wings above the surface of the water.