[CupcakeDolly]

After an hour or so spent walking the streets, bartering for the ugly jewelry - which was somehow more valuable than she had at first assumed it might be, after gleaning the thoughts of merchants who persistently attempted to low-ball her on prices - and finding real money with which to pay her bodyguard, buying supplies of dried food and sundries and a bag to carry them in, convincing her bodyguard to carry the bag, and convincing her bodyguard to put his gun away to keep their already high profile a bit lower, by the time she reached a bath house, Rue was justifiably irritated and ready to feel pampered before she left the city.

The water for bathing was expensive, as she expected it would be, having to go through several filtering processes before a healthy amount of the poison could be extracted. Even then, soaking too long could leave their patrons feeling ill. It wasn't up to par with the luxuries she'd been afforded at home, but it would do.

"I have paid for your bath," Rue told the soldier as she began to strip from her clothes at the entrance to one of the private rooms. "If you wish to remain under my employ, you will not stink of dead meat and shit when we leave this place, do you understand?"