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Guy finished his bath rather fast and put on his drabs as he walked out feeling like a great weigh was taken from his shoulders.

"so what'cha wanna talk about"

The servers came back in and prepared another bath. Caoro walked in and undressed. "I need to tell you about the ball, it has a ton of strange rules." She got into the bath and felt great. "You can come in and sit on the bench, you won't see anything I swear."

Guy hastily walked in, first his eyes closed then opened, happy to see she was truthful.

"so what about the ball, the girlies want to know about I don't see anything bad about that"

Caoro felt a bit uncomfortable but she handled it well. "You're going to have to dance, a toast will be held and you will have to rise your cup and say a few words in french. Since I am your date you have to leave the ball with me and you will be talking with my father a lot."

Guy looked around, she couldn't be serious.

how will I learn french"

Caoro laughed. "I said a few words, just think of a one line toast about the ball." She splashed around a bit and threw some bubbles at him.

Guy spazzed out a bit before realizing the bubblles were none hostile

Caoro almost ran out of the tub but stayed put. "Oh my god are you alright?"

he chuckled
"I am fine"

Caoro nodded and relaxed a little. "Anyways the speech."

"yeah, what's it ganna say?"

Caoro sighed. "You have to think of it, we all do well everyone at the high table." She put her hands behind her head. "I will translate."

Guy smiled, he wasn't a very good at speeches and he never had a reason to make one, but how she treated it made him happy.

"well atleast they will understand"

Caoro smiles and turns her head to face him. "Any ideas? You basically need to say this dance is awesome, but fancier."

Guy cleared his throat before putting his head high and sitting straight.

"I must say thought I may be a simple sailor and a lower classed man that I am proud to say that the french are the by far the best people I have ever meet, and that's saying alot" he said in a stereotypical Elizabethan era noble's voice .

Caoro clapped and laughed. "Good one."

Guy sarcastially bowed and almost fell into the bath, he looked around, the 2 younger girls would be all over this if they saw, but they were probably being chatted up by the french perverts.

Caor almost tipped the bathtub over. "Um..." Her face turned bright pink as she looked at Guy.

Guy looked around.

"oh sorry"

Caoro nodded and reached for her bath towel. "Can you get my towel?"

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