She watched him as he left her to the room, smiling cheerfully as she eyed the tub, moving towards it as she examined the fine bath and proceeded to run the warm water with some liquid soap. She stepped out of her shoes, and with a pleasant sigh, she began to remove her garments, her fingers curling under the rim of her top and peeling it off her stomach and then over her breasts. Pulling it over her head, she then folded it and set it aside, moving to push the rest of her clothes down her hips, thighs and letting them drop at her feet.

Khaera ran her fingers timidly over her bare arms, now watching the water level rise. After a moment of waiting, she stopped the water flow and moved a foot to step inside. The warm water greeted her skin, and she, feeling welcome enough, placed the other within and slipped her into the tub. She stretched and giggled quietly. This was certainly nice. Khaera pulled the band from her tresses, letting them flow about the top of the water as she grabbed the soap and lathered it up for her use. After acquiring enough suds, she began to run her hands across either arm then over her breasts, gradually lowering over her flat stomach the up her thighs and repeating the process over each area, taking special care to clean herself well, and taking much pleasure in doing so.

She took her time, washing her hair and rinsing it out once more, then relaxing against the back of the tub and sipping from the bottle of wine. Her host drifted into her mind and left once more, leaving her feeling warm and happy, even as her fingers gently stroked between her lips.

Khaera had not gone any further when she decided she should not keep him waiting and rose from the basin, letting the water cascade from her body and splash at her knees. She popped the drain, letting the water dissipate while she grabbed a towel off a rack and dried off her smooth body, gently wiping away the remaining water from her legs and face and neck.

After she lightly applied dabs of scented oil, she made to stand before the dresser, biting her lip lightly. There was no point in overdressing, and after she picked out fitting undergarments along with loose black satin pants and a black lacy tee that was attractive but not too revealing.

Scrunching her hair dry within the towel one last time, she made her way to the door, her hair still damp and falling long down her back. Looking around, she saw no one. “Sir?” She glanced about once more, then decided to wait at the top of the stairway for Ash.