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“Here, wipe that paste from your legs,” the captain handed her the cloth.
    Claire was amazed to find as the paste was removed, it also took the hair on her legs and thighs with it.  Her skin left behind felt smooth and silky.  She quickly covered her breasts and private area between her legs with her hands again when she had finished. 
    The captain filled a bucket with warm water from the faucet and Claire watched her, wondering what was next.  “Lightly soap your whole body again, including your neck and face,” she ordered.
    Puzzled, but willing, she took a smaller amount of the wonderful smelling jasmine soap and rubbing it in her hands, began to rub it all over her body, quickly slipping between her breasts when the captain was not looking.  She wished she had the cloth to wash between her legs, but did not dare ask.  She had never taken so odd a bath in her life.  When she was done, her eyes were closed from the soap and she reached to cup her hands into the water and rinse them.
    “Wait, do not do that, you’ll get the hairs and soap in your eyes,” she was told.
    Her eyes were closed, but it did not stop her from realizing she was totally nude before another human being.  She attempted to cover her breasts and private area again with her hands, but she heard a command to lift both arms.  Her blush was not from the warm water.
    The captain took the bucket and began to pour it down the blonde’s beautiful body that was arousing her.  She had to fill the bucket a second time, but it was worth it to see the body from every angle.  The blonde never even opened her eyes and the captain enjoyed the view of her lush, young body.  Taking a little pity on her, she grabbed a towel and handed it to the blonde.  As she turned away to pull the plug, she said, “Here, wrap and dry yourself in this.”
    The towel was fairly large and Claire complied quickly, wiping the water out of her eyes as she watched the captain.  “I thought you were going to take a bath?” she asked, as she stepped out of the tub and watched the water drain rapidly.
    “Not with that hair paste in the water,” the captain replied, as the drain quickly lowered the level in the tub.  Handing the blonde a second towel she ordered, “Use that on your hair,” before turning away and beginning to unbutton her shirt.  “You can get into bed and under the covers to stay warm,” she suggested.
    “But I do not have a nightgown!” she protested.
    The captain smirked, trying not to laugh at her naïveté, but as she had her back to Claire, she did not see.  “You will not be needing one tonight,” she answered, as she pulled the shirt from her trousers and unbuttoned those as well.
    Never in her life had she gotten into a bed naked.  Claire was shocked and dismayed, but as she realized the captain was getting undressed, she quickly complied.
    “Take that wet towel from around your body.  I do not need my bed wet, thank you,” she told her without turning around.  “You can hang it over the end of the bed to dry.”
    Claire whisked off the towel as she got under the covers, hiding her body from view.  She leaned forward to throw the towel over the end of the bed where it rose for the bedstead.  She eyed the swords, momentarily wondering if she could get at them in time to save herself from whatever fate the captain had in mind, and then thought again, visualizing the blood and gore-she knew she could not do that.
    The captain rinsed out the tub with as little water as she could, before filling the tub once again with a small amount of hot and cold water.  Since they had both bathed, she knew she would not be able to bathe again until they hit a storm or it rained to replenish their water supply.  Water was not wasted out here and luxuries like the bath were only taken when there was plenty of water.  She had indulged her captive and herself this once, but knew she would not again.  She herself needed to wipe away the sweat