Lorynne's alabaster skin is coated, head to toe, in green slime. She pulls herself up over the stony lip of the well, and rolls onto the floor of the Yawning Portal tavern, while patrons and fellow adventurers chatter around her. She stares up at the ceiling with red, pupil-less eyes and tries not to think on the previous twenty-four hours. The sound of boots on hardwood tells her someone is approaching, and she tilts her head to look up at Kelt, a barbarian from Baldur's Gate, grinning down at her.
"I guess I owe you ten gold!" His voice is cheery. "You didn't get eaten after all!"
Lorynne just stares up at him, reaching into her pack and pulling out ten golden coins. She holds them out, and Kelt frowns.
"What's this?"
"You ever seen the inside of a green slaad?" Lorynne asks.
Kelt shakes his head.
"I have. It ate me. Had to shift into a bear to bust out."
Kelt blinks and raises his eyebrows. "Oh." After a beat he reaches out and takes the gold, grimacing at the texture of the green slime. "So, this is..."
"Slaad blood. Yes."
"It's, uhm. Pungent."
"Help me up, please."
Kelt pulls Lorynne to her feet, and the two of them stumble over to the bar. They sit next to another tiefling. While they are the same race, Lorynne and this other tiefling couldn't look more different. Lorynne is slim and shorter, with red eyes, white skin, a thin tail and a rack of deer's antlers for her horns. The other tiefling is taller, heavily muscled with a tail as thick as her thighs. Her skin is a rich maroon and her eyes are white. A pair of thick, curved ram's horns curl out from her skull. As they sit, the other tiefling turns to Lorynne, looking her up and down.
"Well you look like you've had a good time," she says, smirking. "Find any loot?"
"Nope, just nightmares." Lorynne waits for the bartender to come their way.
"Sorry, but uh, you've got something on your antler."
"What?" She turns back to the other tiefling.
She's pointing at something Lorynne can't see, "I think it's a bit of intestine. Here, hang on." She gingerly pulls something thick and green from Lorynne's antlers and deftly tosses it over her shoulder and down the well that goes into the first level of the dungeon below.
Lorynne blushes with embarrassment, "Thank you. I'm Lorynne. I'd offer to shake, but..."
"Syn!" The tiefling takes her hand, unmindful of the slime. After, she rubs her hand on her pants, asking, "You new to Waterdeep, Lorynne?"
"Yeah. Thought I could make a splash by hitting the Undermountain, maybe leverage the reputation for some work after. But, ahh..." she gestures at the slime.
Syn laughs, "Don't feel bad! Everyone gets a bad roll now and then. You'll kick ass at the next one. I heard you say something about shifting into a bear. Are you a druid?"
Lorynne nodded, "Circle of the Moon. What about you?"
Syn dropped her a wink, "Sorcerer baby. I know all the best tricks. I also know Waterdeep, and there's a place you can clean up properly a couple blocks over if you want to get all that gunk off you."
Lorynne hesitates, thinking longingly about a stiff drink and some hot food. But she admits to herself that being clean is probably more important right now. "Where is it?"
"Come with me, I'll show you."
They step out of the cloying warmth of the tavern and onto a street under assault by a relentless chilly wind coming off of the ocean. Lorynne immediately begins to shiver as the slime catches the cold, and Syn laughs, "Aw you poor thing. Come on, hurry! We'll get you to some hot water."
A few minutes of hurried walking down the street, and they find their destination: a bath house called the Fresh Daisy. Syn ushers them inside and organises for them to have a bathing room. When they step into the room, they find a stone pool set into the ground, filled with steaming water. Next to the pool is a table with a series of soap bars and scrubbing brushes, and above is a copper pipe with a wide mouth, used to refill the pool. Lorynne looks around for a changing room, then looks back and jumps as she sees that Syn has already tossed off every item of clothing she has. Her thick, curved body is in full view, including an exceptional pair of breasts that had been hidden beneath a thick leather bodice. Syn grins over her shoulder at Lorynne, "What are you waiting for?"
Lorynne timidly peels her clothes off and drops them in a nearby bucket. She uses an arm to cover her nipples and her tail to cover her pubis as she awkwardly gets into the water, while Syn is already lying back with her arms spread and her eyes closed.
Lorynne steps in carefully but can't help letting out a sigh of relief at the welcome heat of the water. She sinks down up to her neck, keeping her arms crossed over her chest and legs held together.
Syn cracks open an eye and snorts, "You don't need to be so modest. It's nothing I haven't seen before."
"Oh, uhm... okay." Lorynne unfolds her arms and tries to let herself relax a little.
"Here," Syn grabs a bar of soap and tosses it over.
Lorynne catches it. "Thank you." It's a strange texture, smooth and hard, and at first she's not convinced that it's soap and not just a rock. But as she starts to rub it on her skin, the stone appears to soak up the slime. She smiles, delighted, and starts to get into every crevice she can, desperate to get every trace of slime off of her. She bends her head down and shakes her antlers and hair in the water, then uses the soap stone to gather the slime out of it, so that it doesn't pollute their bath.
On the other side of the bath, Syn has stood, revealing an impressive set of thick abdominal muscles, and a hint of pubic hair just above the waterline, as she uses a scrubbing brush that appears to produce its own soapy lather to bathe herself. She's a much more haphazard bather than Lorynne, and causes a lot of splashing, occasionally putting her foot up on the rim of the bath to get a better angle at her leg, while also flashing Lorynne quite a lot of herself.
Lorynne does her best not to look, but she also senses that this very blunt tiefling might be inviting it. There's something about the way she occasionally shoots a smile at her, or takes her time with certain parts of her body in certain poses.
Lorynne is finally nearly clean. She puts the stone aside and asks Syn for the brush so she can do her back.
"Want me to do it for you?" Syn offers.
