Holy shit this is too fuckin’ easy. She’s like a little lost lamb, where the fuck did she even come from!?

Umshaes thought as he watched Aynur disappear into the bathhouse. He hadn’t lied about that, this was indeed a decent establishment. However, a few of the patrons and workers were less than decent people. The place was one he frequented often for his own ailments, they not only specialised in a relaxing bath but in oils and scents that eased the mind and gave one a sense of floating. Drugging via oils and scents was not an uncommon practise here, but one very well hidden.

He sat lounged across a faded brown couch, his fingers idly pulling at the stuffing that was bursting forth from the seams of a cushion. It looked unsightly, but it was comfortable. Umshaes took a long drag of his pipe, bi-coloured eyes lazily glancing over the waiting area. It was a small alcove opposite the reception counter; where a neatly presented half elf lady stood talking to another guest, who glanced in his direction then quickly looked away. Her disgust did not go unnoticed.

“Tch.”

He blew out a plume of smoke, thankful for the release it provided. With each breath it was as though his pounding headache eased, if only for a few minutes. “What to do, what to do…” He mused as he continued to pull stuffing from the lounge. He had Aynur, and as he sat there they were cleaning her, fixing her hair, and giving her a luxurious experience. She’d come out feeling refreshed, refined, and she’d no doubt be drowsy and all too willing to spill every little detail of her dreary and pathetic existence. Umshaes wondered what to do with her afterward, if she had no real use he could just toss her into some of the machinery. That’d grind her up real good.

Umshae glanced over at the oncoming presence of the girl, who was being guided by one of the bath house staff. Now that she had been scrubbed up, she didn’t look half bad. She didn’t look half good either. Umshaes pushed himself off the lounge and stretched, cracking several bones in the process.

“Feeling better, Aynur?” He asked with a forced jovial tone. He reached out to take her hand from the attendant, giving her a gesture to say he had control of the situation now.

Aynurs eyes stared listlessly before her, “mmm….” Her voice was airy, “y-yes. Thank you.” She stood silent a minute longer before turning her unseeing gaze toward Umshaes. “How do I...uhm…” She trailed off and her tiny, freshly shaped brows furrowed in confusion. “What was I saying?”

Umshaes grinned. Perfect. Absolutely perfect. “Oh?” He feigned shock, “Silly girl, don’t you remember?” She shook her head. “You promised you’d give me your company.” Umshaes stepped in, wrapping an arm around her lithe waist as his good hand cupped her chin to tilt her face up toward his. He gave her a predatory grin. “A hot tea, and a long chat. You promised me. Remember?”

He waited as he watched her mind process the new information. Her eyes struggled to focus and even in the blind milky whites he could see the haze of the bathhouse clouding her mind.

“Y-yes. Alright. Let us go.” She said finally.

“Of course…” Umshaes said in delight, stepping away as he lead her out the gaudy bath house and into the busy streets. “I think this is the beginning of a beautiful partnership.”