Asran washed slowly got up then went to the shower to wash himself better. Using the soap in the stall to cleanse his body with a special soap specially made for him. That helped soothe away the pain caused by the markings. When an imp entered his washroom he turned to look at it. 
“She’s in the bath house m’lord. Should we slit her throat while she soaks,” the imp asked. Only to recoil from the death glare Asran gave the creature. “I’ll take that as a no. What shall we do then,” it asked. “Keep an eye on her. If possible try to guide her towards the restaurant next door. I’ve an idea up my sleeve,” he said smirking. The imp nodded, and took off to tell it’s brothers the masters wishes. 

Asran finished getting clean feeling refreshed. Attendants brought him a warm Japanese style robe covering well past his knees while still conforming to his body. while his other clothes finished up being washed. Thanks to artificial magic crystals, and a bit of innovation. The bathhouse had a several washers and drying machines for clothes and towels. Right now the people working were looking at the priestesses clothes. Trying to figure out if she were hiding something. Seeing nothing the stuck her clothes in the washer to be taken care of. 

Asran walked next door to the restaurant after getting dressed. The restaurant was very laid back with tables set low to the floor to allow people to sit on the floor on pillows. To allow them to recline into a comfortable position. The entrance had a step with a large base after the door. Before stepping up Asran removed his shoes. He turned to the woman tending the front counter. 
“Prepare a lord Gluttony special. I’m going to be having company, a woman. Guide her to the back room to me.” She nodded bowing low to Asran. Who walked past into a private back room. The chest of his robe slightly opening which he promptly closed, and tightened his clothing.