J. (jalen.francois) the bath girl returned to her post near the fountain, peddling her wares and body and talents as per usual. She smiled, a timid one, to the free woman standing near. “Enjoying your day, Mistress?” J inquired as she adjusted the basket of wares she was carrying with her – a sampling of what the baths could offer, for the right amount of coin.
Kaitlin Riverstone (kaitlin.eiren) stared into the flowing water of the fountain. Unlike most days it wasn’t having its almost instant calming effect. Her glance swung to the left as she noticed movement out of the corner of her eye just before the slaves words, “I have yet to try the public baths. Are they worth the bother?” Taking a step closer, she peered into the basket curiously. “So far my day has not been going well.”
J. (jalen.francois) at the pit of her existence, J was a salesman. And she was good at taking coins out of the pockets of the Free, to faithfully return them to the ones that owned her. In this case, the bath manager. She lifted the basket of items and set it down upon the ledge of the fountain, turning a blue gaze to the woman. “You appear to be a Lady who would enjoy the soothing elements of eucalyptus and mint.” And then J lifted a smile sample vile of the oil and held it out in offer to the woman. “Uncork and hold it to your nose, Mistress, if you wish. Inhale the fragrance with your eyes closed. You see, this particular one is good for soothing the nerves, relieving stress in the bones. I assure you, the Baths of Kaelus are the finest in the lands. I’ve worked in many across our world, from Tharna to Ar to Kaelus.” And then J left the basket balanced there to kneel before the woman in a proper tower. Although she could be a total slut for the men in the baths, she knew how to please a woman’s expectations. Hands folded in her lap should she take the vile from her fingers, “I am 10 coppers for an ahn in the baths. The price hefty for I am the first girl of the baths, but I assure you Mistress – your day will be much better after a trip to the stone oasis.”
Kaitlin Riverstone (kaitlin.eiren) knew the girl would believe she was talking about the services of the bath slaves but what she truly missed was the raucous sound of gossip one could find from the lowest to most luxurious baths in Ar. If one was canny enough you could sift through the half truths, tall tales and catty exchanges to find those kernels of truth that would benefit the pursuit of coin or influence. She arched a brow at the offer of the oil and decided to give the girl a test. With delicate fingers she pulled the cork free and slipped the vial beneath her veil. “This does indeed smell divine girl but tell me about the other patrons. Are they a tight lipped bunch or can the pulse of the city be measured inside your ‘stone oasis’? Is the silence soothing or will something entertain me in the hushed whispers one typically finds in the best baths? I do need something to improve my day.” Continue reading