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[mmmleather]

[Hello, Vertiline.

Look at your mate, now back to Zevran. Now back to your mate. Now back to Zevran. Sadly, they aren't Zevran. But if they stopped smashing statues and came to hang out in the temple baths, they could smell like they were Zevran.

Look down. Back up. Where are you? You're in the temple baths with the elf your mate could smell like. What's in your hand? Back to Zevran -- it's your clothes, because who takes a bath with their clothes on?

Look again! Your clothes are now a towel and/or bath products. Anything you like, because you're facing a man who smells like an elf and not a dwarf.

... He's in the baths.]

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[unfortunately, Amy has found goods she's disliked before. English village boys aren't always what they're cracked up to be. But she's going to enjoy the attention while it lasts--she's not one to pass up an opportunity to be admired]

Weeeeeell, if the world's in the process of ending, usually I'm doing stuff like running around trying to stop it. No time for a bath.

[mmmleather]

[Zevran poses. Yes. Poses. He is perfectly okay with admiring the woman, and feels he should offer her something to look at in return. Exceptionally pretty people should, after all, reciprocate long, lingering gazes.]

Such a pity. I would hate to be the savior of all the world, but smell like the wrong side of a particularly pungent dwarf.

oh god I almost snorted coffee out my nose

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[she outright laughs, as she gets settled, and mentally debates whether or not it would be kosher to dunk her head under the water]

You haven't done much world saving, have you?