Thankfully, Domino knew exactly where the bath house was, though as a child she'd avoided the place on general principle, children and cleanliness not generally being well-acquainted. It took her a walk of just a few burns to find the old place again - and she was glad of this, her feet and shoulders aching for a break from her pack.
Easily one of the grandest structures in all of Sabata, the bathhouse is a welcome contradiction to the hot and dusty sands of Terra Incognita. About as big as any temple complex in Tazlure, it is the center for deal making and breaking within the city. Reflecting imperial taste, cool white, marble pillars gracefully adorn the outside of the building, while the inside is a wonder to behold.
A dense forest of trees, unfamiliar to all but the most seasoned traveler, grow directly out of the floor. The canopy of branches allow sunlight to filter through the open roof, creating an almost ethereal atmosphere. No one knows how these trees survive in the harsh sunlight, but it is rumored that they are sustained by the magic brought back by the bride of Darian Boroda, the bathhouse's current proprietor.
At the center of the "forest" lie two baths, one cool and one warm. This is where the general population can come to relax and talk about whatever their hearts desire. It is here where race and rank are put aside, if only for a few marks, for the sake of relaxation. Occasionally bards will wander over from The Barbed Poet and entertain whoever happens to be in the baths.
Surrounding the pool are various rooms. Two rooms are set aside for changing, with various storage areas for any belongings. Four of the rooms are set aside for massages. This is where the finest masseuses will knead away all of your troubles. Each of these rooms are adorned with various mosaics depicting a momentous event from Tazlure's history. Various scented candles are burned to create a pleasant smelling, relaxing atmosphere.
The remaining rooms are the private warm baths/saunas, which are reserved for aristocrats and their guests alone. It is here, in these private rooms where business of all sorts is conducted. Aristocrats and their guests can come and relax, while talking politics and negotiations, away from the prying eyes of the public. Slaves heat the temperature to that which the nobles desire, and can add any variety of oils or potions to soften the noble's skin.
Once inside, Domino cast a brief glance over the forested inside of the bath house, unsuprised since she was familiar with the sight, but quietly pleased at it's familiarity. It brought a small smile to her lips as she moved to one of the two changing rooms to drop her things, and she began to undress in an unhurried, unembarrassed way. She was a woman who had never felt self-conscious of her own body, naked or not - though it was unclear whether this had more to do with inherrent confidence or simply not caring what other people thought. How interchangable those two states of being might be...
Naked, she would seek a place to safetly stash her dusty clothes and belongings, and then step out towards the warm bath in the trees. Her skin yearned for the touch of the water, her ankles and arms particularly showing the dirt from her tenday of travel.