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[b][u] Drych Lake Spa – Hot Springs[/b][/u]

The path leading to the springs, for no apparent reason, suddenly made Lute very nervous. He was actually having a fun time planning his schedule for the day, and was considering having a haircut just like what Estelle suggested, but the appearance of the homely wooden structure suddenly rattled his wits. He had never gone to a hot spring before, but Atlas (or was it Robin?) described the experience equal to ‘getting stuck inside a water-filled glass bowl in the middle of summer. Naked.’ and he only remembered their words now. Before Lute could change his mind and bolt out of the building, their group separated and headed off to their respective changing rooms.

Oh Gods, it was hot.

Opening the door to the springs was like getting hit in the face by a wall of hot air. Sure, the ‘dressing room’ was already steamy thanks to the mist from the springs seeping in from partitions, but… “Think summer. Think sunny,” Lute chanted to himself as he approached a locker and opened it. There were a stack of fluffy white towels placed on the stone benches in between the lockers and he nabbed one, for a moment frozen with how immaculately soft it was. It was... It was like the towels were made from the dreams of children and clouds! That lovely texture! The pure color! Would anybody notice if he stole one... or three? 

Yes. Yes they would. Lute sighed. No matter, he'd buy towels of this ilk once he's become an aristocrat with so much money he'd be all condescending and fancy accent-ed.

“So…” Lute tried to hide the way he was rubbing the cloth against his face and turned towards Quentin, “uh, not to make too fine a point on it, but… We take off our clothes before jumping into the water, right? I mean… Really? I haven’t been to one of these things before.” Lute, by then, seemed ashamed enough and Delilah’s chants about seeing the ‘booty’ wasn’t helping to clear away the embarrassment.