Cha0s Gaming - The Bathhouse

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{Still loitering in the bathhouse.} La didee La dodo…

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{Looking in from outside the room.} Woah…

{Sets tasteful, ravenous eyes upon the hunky orc. He then idly bites his own lip.} Don’t be shy, love. {Waves for Marc to enter.} This here’s a semi-public, and free, bathhouse.

Baffhouse? {His brows furrow.} You folk don’ bave in da rivah?

{Looks absolutely disgusted by the idea.} I beg your pardon? {Rests hand dramatically over chest.} Where you raised by wolves?

Uh… I don’ t’ink so. {Rubs his arm awkwardly.} Who you?

Victus~ {Lazily waves from the bath.} You can come in, you know. {Sinks deeper into the water.} Nothing’s going to jump out and eat you. {Looks hungrily at him.} …except maybe me.

{He steps into the room, and raises his brows in surprise when his belongings disappear.} …wherr mah stuff go?

{He laughs loudly; slapping the water in glee.} Oh! It never gets old… {Wiped a joyful tear away.} And to answer the question: they’ll come back when you leave the room.

Whachu mean?

{Totally basking in the naked orc’s figure.} It’s magic, love. When your here, no clothes. After you leave, the clothes come back. {Leans against the ledge; idly trailing a finger down his own bicep.} Quite useful.

I guess… {He steps closer to the pool. Then he sniffs his pits, and makes a gagging noise.} Yep— time for a baff. {And he jumps into the water: sending a small tidal wave into poor Vic’s face.}

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{Some water got up his nose.}

05:26

Fucking— *cough* —it burns! {Pinches nose.}

{Resurfacing, Marc notices that Victus is having a hard time.} You’s okay?

{Wiping water from his face.} Well, I got an eyeful of orc nuts— so yes I’m fine.

{Washing himself with just water.}

…what are you doing? {Is horrified.}

{He stops, and glances at Vic with visible confusion.} I’m bavin… why?

{A strange sounding sigh comes form Vic.} Whatever monster raised you needs to be burned at the stake… {He moves to grab some bath salts.}

Wha’s thems?

Bath salts, you uncultured brute. {He scoops *much* into his hands and sudds them up.} Here— {And starts scrubbing the Hells out of Marc’s hair.}

{Trying to lean down so Vic can better scrub. But then some soap gets in his eye.} Ow… fuck, dat hurts...

{Rolls eyes.} Shush, the water heals.

05:41

{After a few minutes of silent scrubbing, Vic has finally managed to remove every speck of dirt on Marc’s body.} There! All done. {He then moves back to his original spot.} Why in the nine Hells did you have so much mud stuck on your— never mind. I decided I’d rather not know.

{Enjoying the cleanliness.} Thank ya’s. {Feels how smooth his skin is.} Dat’s nice…

Yes, and please by whatever deity you believe in bathe frequently. {Waves the air away from his nose.} You smelled absolutely *rank* before I scrubbed you down.

{A slight red tint can be seen on his cheeks. He didn’t realise he smelled *that* bad.} Sowwry… I bettah go ‘n see whoever’s in charge here. Hopin’ to find werk wit you folk. {He gets out of the bath, and air dries before exiting the room. He also makes a laughing sound when his clothing returns.}

{Yes, Victus being Victus, was admiring *every* detail about the Orc’s muscular body.}