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Of course, even though Alisa had come here to clear an A-rank level mission, she understood that special, spooky time of the year had yet to pass. Until it did, she'd still have ghosts to deal with her and there. The frightening carnival and its undead attractions had pretty much given Alisa her fill of skeletons for the year. She'd still run into some no doubt, and would defenitely visit it again next year, but for now, this was more than enough for her. She arrived in Baska right after the twilight darkened into evening, checking herself in at the nearest, most pleasant smelling hotel she could find, and stripped off her sweat drenched sports wear down to her birthday suit, piece by piece, as she stepped into the bathroom. Indeed, the night was still young...
But Alisa had just come from a several day long marathon... If there was ever a time when a hard working magic girl genuinely deserves not only to rest but pamper herself, now would be that time. And she knew just what she needed. With a tired but still visibly eager smile, she opened the tap and left it open, filling up the bathtub little by little, shrowing in soap as she did so, until the air became filled, saturated with pleasant scented steam until mirrors and windows all grew foggy. Then and only then did she dip one feet daintily into the water, wincing, hissing ever so slighty at the sheer heat compared to the cool outside. She acclimated quickly enough, and the heat promptly became pleasant, her skin growing flushed as she laid down in the water and relaxed... The warm, soapy bubbles, cleasing all the strain away in a soothing massage, reaching every inch of her alabaster skin, unwinding her exhauasted muscles oh so tenderly... Closing her eyes, Alisa sighed blissfully, smiling as she sunk deeper into the tub, immersing herself in this relaxing watery caress:
"Ahhhh~...", she sighed again, leaning her head back, "This feels lovely~"
She didn't know how long she actually stayed there, lazing about, her legs gracefully spashing over and under, kicking up bubbles in slow, sensuous motions, right at the edge of slumber from the numbing combination of steamy heat and through exhaustion. But she did know she wished to get a look around Baska at night, and this would the perfect opportunity to do so. Reluctantly, she eventually stepped out of the bath and wrapped a towel tightly around her breasts, and then another around her hair. Ordinarily, this would be the time when she browsed through the different attires she had avaliable, sometimes almost an hour on end, and picked out what to wear... Alas, her options today were limited: A smelly sports wear? Nope. A pure white outfit most people would associate with the Pegasus known as the White Empress? Nope. Well, she could, but she'd rather wear that one for the A-rank mission. Which left the ideal choice: Her new favorite halloween dress. The Skeleton carnival had done quite a number on it, when the time came for her to plunge her head into a pool of blood... But it was still good to go.