[It strikes a chord with her, and she clicks her fingers and utters an ahhhh of recognition, before settling back against the heated stones of the bath. She has seen people wandering about covered in glitter, is aware of the shenanigans, and is in the midst of coming up with a (possibly) witty remark when Ciri's demeanour shifts. The graze of the other woman's eyes across her body does something hot and funny to her insides, and she glances down at herself quickly. Half anticipating a nip slip or something, or perhaps there are specific garments one is expected to wear in a public bath that being brought up Ninth has left her unaware of and she's gone ahead and disgraced herself.]
Undergarments? What am I...?
[Her eyes move to Ciri's face, then drop lower. There's the slender curve of her clavicle, the decent musculature of her shoulders. And there's also--]
Oh.
[It comes out just a touch thickly, eyes snapping up sharp to Ciri's face before she becomes embarrassingly distracted. Look. It's not like she's a prude or anything. Quite the opposite, really. But having spent almost the entirety of her life around pious and ancient anchorites, the majority of the nudity she's ever really been exposed to happened entirely in dirty magazines or the confines of her imagination.]
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Undergarments? What am I...?
[Her eyes move to Ciri's face, then drop lower. There's the slender curve of her clavicle, the decent musculature of her shoulders. And there's also--]
Oh.
[It comes out just a touch thickly, eyes snapping up sharp to Ciri's face before she becomes embarrassingly distracted. Look. It's not like she's a prude or anything. Quite the opposite, really. But having spent almost the entirety of her life around pious and ancient anchorites, the majority of the nudity she's ever really been exposed to happened entirely in dirty magazines or the confines of her imagination.]