The sensation of the steaming water on her skin was one of the reasons their scout had chosen to book the group in this particular inn. Not the baths, specifically, but because it was comfortable without being outrageously expensive. It was wealthy enough to be able to provide good food, fully furnished rooms, and its own bath house.
It was not, however, overly lavish. It was meant for travelers and woodsmen who had some money and who needed somewhere to relax. The food was still local meats and vegetables, served in a common room on the main floor. Room service, no matter what it was, still cost extra and was only on request, though if the room was being rented for more than a week, the house absorbed basic cleaning bills every few days. The men's and women's baths were still just separated by a wood and plaster wall and were supplied with common cakes of soap and large, if slightly rough, towels and cloths. There was no gilding, no silks or furs, no exotic dishes, and the dividing wall still had a few peepholes in it.
Which was what had Phera interested at the moment. As soon as she had entered the bathing area, she could sense the men staring at her, a few of the women as well, and she did love to give a good show. Since her last form would be hunted down for the death of the head of the gate guards, she had morphed into a new one before she had arrived at her appointed room. Not that she felt guilty. The man had been doing things and planning to do things that would have earned him a hanging should he ever have been discovered, but getting arrested and interrogated was always such an inconvenience.
Admittedly, she was never held longer than she wanted to be. Seducing the guards, no matter their preference, was in her nature. If they decided to abuse their position and her body, she would simply kill them and loot their corpses. If they were especially repugnant, she would kill them slowly. Once in a while they would honestly try to get her to exchange sex for better treatment, with no intentions more malicious than simply getting some action from a willing woman. These she just left unconscious and minus anything highly valuable on their persons. Phera could also think of at least a half dozen times that they had either just ignored her or had spent so much time arguing amongst themselves that she had become bored and left.
On this occasion, she did not have time to be tied up, with the legal system or otherwise. They needed to pick up their latest assignment and get out of there before the seasons changed, so the busty blonde with the nearly unhingable jaw would never been seen in this town again. She was replaced with a vaguely androgynous redhead with tight curls, a smattering of freckles, and a look about her that made people wonder just how old she was.
And people were wondering right now. The women in the bath wanted to know how she managed to keep her skin so young while possessing a grace beyond her apparent years. The voyeuristic men were just wondering if she was old enough to fuck. After tiring of their surface thoughts, Phera grabbed some soap and a cleansing cloth, sat on the edge of the bath, and began slowly washing herself, making sure to show herself off as much as possible, all the while releasing waves of sex hormones into the air.
Starting at one shoulder, she washed down the length of one arm, then the other, before moving to her torso. Rubbing at her upper chest and down her ribs, she intentionally avoided her smallish breasts while cleaning everywhere around them. Once she had covered all of the flesh there, and once her nipples were so swollen in anticipation some of her audience wondered if they were going to pop, she circled them with the warm, wet cloth, squeezing gently with every pass. Having determined her breasts were clean enough after having played with them for almost a minute, Phera pulled one of her tiny feet even with her face and started washing between her toes. A she worked her way up her own leg, she extended it vertically until it was stretched out above her head while she washed her hip and upper thigh. Once she had finished her ministration of her other leg in the same manner, all of the peepholes in the wall were occupied, and some of the women were blatantly staring.
Sensing an opportunity in the pause, an obviously curious, matronly woman slid up to her.
"Would like some help washing the rest, dear? I know how difficult it can be to clean all those places on your back."
Having been fully aware of the woman's arousal and curiosity for some time, Phera smiled demurely and handed her the cloth.
"Yes, thank you. And maybe after you do me, I can do you..."
There was just a hint of a mischievous glint in her eye as she stood in the water and faced the dividing wall. By the sound of it, some of the men on the other side had gone to get their friends for the show. With a wink, Phera linked her hands behind her head as her new "friend" began trying to rub the kinks out of her neck and shoulders.
"Ooh, that feels so good. I have been so tense for so long. You can rub me like this any time you want."
The woman's only response was a moaning sigh which was mimicked from the men as more of a groan. Taking the hint, she tentatively ran her hands lower, now caressing Phera's tight little butt, though she was slightly thrown off as Phera spread her legs to give her more access. Suddenly feeling much more courageous, the woman slid the cloth deep between her cheeks and down to her waiting pussy, though trying to make it appear as if she was washing her upper thighs.
"Oh, my, I am so glad we are in this nice, hot water. If we had been doing this on the floor, I would have collapsed by now. Do you enjoy getting so hot and wet?"
