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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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[Amy's man... probably smells like a man. Despite being plastic. And technically not a man. ANYWAY. She heard the temple had some temple baths and was pretty keen to check them out and see if they were like Roman baths, because since her favorite topic in school was Invasion of the Hot Italians SHE OBVIOUSLY KNOWS EVERYTHING ABOUT ANCIENT ROME. Except not really.

So hello, Zevran. Look up. You're in the temple baths that a tall, hot redhead just walked into wearing nothing but a towel and a big smile on her face]

[mmmleather]

[Oh, well. Life is good, here in Vertiline. He sprawls out against the far wall of the bath pool... thing. Wearing nothing but a grin.]

Ah. Hello there.

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[Amy comes up short when she hears the voice--having been preoccupied with scoping out the joint when she first came in--and then gives Zevran a very blatant once-over]

Hello yourself, stranger.

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[He only smiles in response, a slow, easy expression. And he shifts his arms a little, clearly aware he's being studied, and clearly putting on a display.]

I am surprised to see someone else in here at this hour. Not... that I am complaining, of course.

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[hey, there's no rule saying she can't admire the goods in the window. She just can't make a purchase, so to speak. Amy considers the bath for a moment before setting down the scrub brush she'd acquired and taking off her towel like it ain't no thang, then easing herself into the water]

It's always a good hour for a bath. Unless the world's ending.

[mmmleather]

[Zevran has no problem admiring the goods, purchasing, returning, stealing, whichever. He knows what goods he likes... actually, he's yet to find goods he dislikes.]

Ah, but what better way to greet the end of times than by smelling fantastic, yes?

[He grins at her, clearly checking her over.]

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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.

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[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?