Room 111

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There's a curt knock at the door of room 111, before a key turns in the door, and Miho walks through, frowning. She glances around, then walks over to the bureau, heading for a neat pile of papers stacked on top of it. She leafs through the papers, finds what she was looking for, then turns on her heel to exit the room.

A sound catches her ear.

"Goldy?"

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"I do too. Very much. She was my first real friend here."

"I've arranged to switch to her for my Shang training. In fact, today was my last pre-dawn workout," she says happily as she starts to stroke the soap into Miho's hair.

"We were wondering if all three of us could work together, at Shang, your stuff, and swordplay."

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Miho freezes, probably imperceptibly, at the hair-washing, but relaxes almost instantly, eyes drifting closed.

"Mhmm," slightly dreamy. "I'd like that. She could tech me a lot."

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Goldy's eyebrows raise speculatively. "I know I suggested her before, but Alanna is great with a sword, and she's not too shabby with a gun either."

Slender fingers massage the shampoo right down to the scalp. She smirks and adds, "which... I don't mind taking most of the credit for."

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"I'm sure you're a good teacher," still dreamy.

"I'm up to my eyebrows in students now, it feels like. Or sparring partners. Or somwhere in between."

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"Good for you," she says kindly. "I just have the one, in Mary. But she's going to be near enough full-time once we manage to dupe her guardian into believing that I am a qualified tutor who lives nearby in her world."

She finshes applying the shampoo and washes her hands clean of the lather.

"So. What about Alanna for the team?"

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"What are you going to teach her?" Miho opens sleepy-looking eyes, contemplating Goldy.

"For the. . ." She pauses. "Maybe. She's not entirely well yet, is she?"

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"Well, no. But she could still kick my ass in her current state, I'm betting."

She reaches over her shoulder for the hand shower attachment, then turns the faucet on and pulls the little chrome plunger up to divert the flow of water away from the tap.

"As for Mary," she notes, aiming the light spray onto the soap-sheened locks before her. "Some normal school subjects: history, math, literature, sociology and physics. And how to shoot."

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"She's very good," Miho agrees, tipping her head ack and nearly purring at the warm water across her scalp.

"How about the arts?"

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"I'll wrangle what I can under literature," she supposes. Then she pauses, letting the soft hiss of the water flow dominate for a few seconds. "You know Alanna is taken, right?"

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Miho turns her head a little to look back at Goldy.

"It hadn't occurred to me, actually."

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"Oh."

Goldy presses her lips through the water coursing over Miho's shoulder.

"Okay."

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Miho laughs.

"Oh, I do have news, actually, if you haven't seen the notice yet. But I want conditioner first. You might throw me out of the bath."

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"What Sweetness wants... Sweetness gets," Goldy murmurs.

There is perhaps a dwindling amount of interest as the water is cut off, and a whole new session of hair work initiates.

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Miho purrs, and once conditioner is applied, twists and kisses the tip of Goldy's nose.

"Don't worry, I won't make you call me boss."

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Goldy's lip curls up.

"Huh?"

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She laughs.

"I'm joking. But Lilly's hiding on Serenity from her stalker, and I'm in charge at the brothel. For a few days, anyway."

And bang goes any chance of further relaxation.

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"Hm. Alright," Goldy says with only a mild change in her demeanor. Her hands continue to caress as she re-rinses the thick black tangles.

"Lil has a stalker?" she follows up, just as lightly.

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Less tangles now. Conditioner is good. Miho nodds.

"Or something. Someone's been sending her creepy stuff. Security's looking into it, but they thought it would be a good idea if she got out of the bar for a bit."

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Goldy nods agreeably and vows to step up her own secret Security work.

"Any clues in the gifts themselves?"

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"I don't really know." She frowns, and twists around to face the blonde.

"I know they're doing what they can to find out stuff about them - magic and science and so on. There was an earring with blood on, and a glass eye with a sick note."

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Eyes a little narrower, she purses her lips and seems to being studying Miho for a moment. She's not. She's just thinking.

The thought ends when those pursed lips bear down and press gently against those opposite.

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Miho raises an eyebrow, but although she might be a little surprised she's certainly not averse to this turn of events. With a contented little noise, she winds wet arms around Goldy's neck, and kisses her back.

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Goldy enjoys the sensuality for a little while, hands roaming over flesh, both foamy and sunken. The she pulls back and disengages Miho's embrace. Something is pushed into one of the smaller girl's hands.

"My turn."

It's a shampoo bottle.

Goldy shifts position to allow access, and shakes her hair out a little.

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Miho smirks. Ah, Goldy-hair. And gets to work.

She's actually been taught hair-care, or the more sensual aspects of it anyway, so along with gentle lathering, the blonde is treated to what amounts to a scalp massage, before Miho trails sudsy fingers down her arm and into the water to rinse of her hands.

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Goldy lays back into the tender cleansing and lets her eyes droop closed. Her semi-bouyant weight is transfered mostly onto Miho.

And if she relaxes into a luxuriating half-sleep... that is surely a testament to the other girl's work.