Geralt had been as close to overjoyed as he could have been by their stop to refill the troupe's "shower". Days on the road had left him dusty and sour with sweat, and he absolutely detested being unclean. It was one of the reasons that he had never gone on his own road show in the past. He supposed he had been spoiled by decades of first class train cabins and town cars, but just because a situation asked that he lower himself didn't mean he wasn't going to agree to it. It had been hard for him to even leave his trailer feeling this way and he had even resorted the sleeping in the nude, which wasn't necessarily out of the ordinary for him, but it had made for a talking point that he had been dying to bring up in front of Lucien.

Once their train had stopped, he gave the carnies plenty of time to set up and refill the shower before he decided it was his turn. If he didn't show his face, he wouldn't be expected to help. Once he was ready, he put the book he had been reading away, got undressed and made his way over to the shower wrapped only in a towel. He looked about out of the corner of his eyes as he walked over, but saw no troupe members in sight. How droll, he had managed to walk over without anyone taking a glance...oh well, he would have to be sure someone saw him on the way back.

As he approached the shower, he paused when he saw a shadow behind the curtain. Judging by the height and shape, it had to be either Aurel or Lucien. Of course, Geralt hoped for the latter, but would be alright with either outcome. He quieted his footsteps to near-silent and slowed his pace as he heard the water shut off. Perfect. A slow smile curled across his lips at the thought of what he might find behind the curtain, and with the water off, he had the perfect excuse.

He waited a moment, listening to see if he could tell who it was before he slid the curtain back, but the occupant made no sound.Once he was only a few steps away, he made his footfalls a little louder, reached for the curtain and yanked it back quickly, but not violently. Alas, it was not his intended target that he had walked in on, but Aurel. 

[i][color=crimson]Damn.[/color][/i] The Magician thought. The lad's back was to him, luckily, but he had pulled his long platinum hair over his shoulder and appeared to be ringing it out. Just before he looked back in surprise and embarrassment, Geralt caught a glimpse of the scars that criss-crossed Aurel's back. He was simply covered in them, and Geralt's knowledge of fetishism told him that these were likely left from the sting of a whip. 

[color=crimson]"Oh!"[/color] He shouted, [color=crimson]"My apologies, Aurel."[/color] He averted his eyes but still held the curtain open as he continued to speak, [color=crimson]"I didn't know anyone was in here. I was so excited to be able to bathe I just...excuse me."[/color] He was sure that his voice was apologetic, but a glint in his eye remained, along with the trace of that wicked smile on his lips. He simply couldn't help but be pleased by this victory, no matter how small. Seeing others recoil in shame was one of the few pleasures he still enjoyed in life. Since he'd had so few opportunities as of late, he would have to make this moment last as long as he could.