I stare ruefully at the buxom waitress.

"I suspect Oset is not going to be happy with us. We didn't handle that too well. I should have shown him how to use a strigil. And maybe we should have just left the clothes lying here until we got him into new ones. Now he won't trust me, and..."

She pats my shoulder, reminding me that I am still clad in just a towel and my hair is wet. I go in and find my clothes lying where I left them, slightly damp from the steam.