Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20161103020802/@comment-25808351-20161211222715

"Excellent choices gentlemen. Now then, please follow me." The young woman behind the counter leads us down the private corridor. Amongst to sound of footsteps against hard wood flooring is the laughter and shouts of patrons in the public area. As we continue down the steamy corridor, Succubi and human women alike chat and move about. Some carrying plates of food or bottles of drink. The young woman stops at a door at the end of the hall.

"Here you are my lords. Your private room." She gestures us in. A Werecat and Werewolf both dump in a last pitcher of hot water into the tubs before hustling out. Three cast iron tubs sit in the middle of the room, each with a curtain for self conscious patrons. Blue ambient light shines through the stained glass windows, creating a lazy and serene atmosphere. A large assortment of oils, bodywash, bars of soap, brushes, shampoos, everything imaginable for hygiene and therapy. Without hesitation I walk right to the selves and grab my washes of choice.