Oda nods his head with a grunt and stands upright, staring down the door as it quakes in front of him before watching it gett annoyed by the stick-wielder and waddle away like a boxy penguin. He takes the hand off his blade and looks around the room silently before peering through the gap of where it had sat. After assessing that a step would be fine (Definitely not after witnessing another leave the room and realizing it's probably not that dangerous), he does a quick sumo-shuffle until he has left the prior confinement.

Reaching up under his armor plates, he scratches at the long-awaited itch and lets out a sigh before continuing to cautiously follow the woman in front of him. He realizes upon watching her that he has already felt the pain of loneliness, and imagines a world where women and pillows were one. The softness of the silk, the fluffiness of plump thighs and the increasing pleasure of rubbing yo-

[u][i]What is this?[/i][/u] 

[i]"Wench, what are you-?"[/i]

The Samurai shifts backwards and again grabs his sword as the woman simply walks into a pool of unknown liquid, aware of how insane she must be to do so before checking it or her surroundings. Being barely able to see was bad enough, but being locked in a hole with strangers and walking head-on into new discoveries was bound to get them all killed. 

While she didn't appear to be drowning, she didn't appear to be moving all that much either. Taking it as his duty to help a Damsel in Distress (In his mind, of course. The main character ALWAYS saves the girl), Oda sprints to the side of the pool and drops to a knee, thrusting his arm into the mysterious liquid and [color=yellow][b]grabbing the woman by the back of her collar in an attempt to free her from the water.[/b][/color]