Hoth: Blood and Ice

There was a butthub on the Bitch that could be pulled out of storage and used for what baththubs could be used for. Now, it was standing on the main deck and was filled with goat milk. Two slender carmine feet were perking above the milk level, the lekku floated lazily on the surface just as the fingers were fidgeting over a knife. Some Sith needed illusions, transformations and other dark magicks to look beautiful. Moyr moisturised.

Of all the people Moyr's pilot might have let in today, she probably did not expect this one. Or perhaps she did. It was not this jedi's first time on the Bitch.

On light steps she moved towards were a fire made flesh chose to rest, if only for an instant.

''Thus I came upon to gaze the secrets of the Sith. No search in the archives, no training by arcane masters could prepare me for such a sight''

"The dark practice of bathing in goat milk is a pathway to skincare some may consider to be unnatural. You cannot learn it from a Jedi." Moyr said in conspiratory tone.

"But what if I must acquire that knowledge?"

The question was hushed as she carefully crept closer from behind the tub, hidden from view

"What will it cost me to learn? My heart and soul quiver at the though"

"Procuring a bathtub and goatmilk is simple enough." Moyr didn't follow an urge to turn around. She just kept playing with the knife. "What matters is how you immerse."

Baesal slowly put he knees to the ground behind the bathtub and it's mistress, her head and the top of her upper torso looming over the rim. Her arms reached for her belt and loosened it, her robe followed the same direction without need for further instruction.

''And how does one immerse herself?''

"Slowly, building up the tension of the warm, thick liquid on the skin. From the tip on." She demonstrated it with the knife, slowly sheathing it in the goat milk, directing it with her fingers wrapped around the hilt down, into full submergence of the blade.

The student's hands slid over the edge of the bath to follow it's curve until they encountered the carmine lekkus. Finding something more interesting to follow they continued their slow descent until the delicate instruments were submerged in the milk, reaching a neck and shoulders.

''Am I doing it right, teacher?''

Slow, purposeful movements began under the white warm blanket of liquid...aiming to work the muscles and ligaments into further release

Moyr allowed her, and a shiver passed through her just as her muscles were being compelled to relax by careful kneading.

"There's always room for improvement."

Hands almost gliding on the white coated crimson skin, the pupil's torso leaned ever more slightly over the edge to reach all the areas that ought to be attended.

Much to the chagrin of those involved the robe's loosening only accentuated as the movements continued, beginning to fail their most basic function.