I am a bad slave... But I am enjoying it. To get out of the Tavern for short period of time, to get away from the sounds and smells of sex. Though the baths under the Tavern are very nice, they are tucked away under the ground with no light coming in... So I have found a wonderful place to spend an ahn or two when my chores are finished. The Public Baths! They are so beauitful, bright and open, filled with so many different people. Though this is not why I am a wicked slave. I have found a new addiction. Coin. One afternoon while I swam and bathed, a man called me over and holding out a copper told me to bathe him. Perhaps he thought I was one of the Bath Girls. I did not correct him, but smiled and said "Yes Master." Is it stealing if I am earning the coin? Washing the dirt from a man's body and letting him fondle my breasts while I lather him up with soap? If one looked close enough at my belled silk which also has coin looking trinkets sewn into it, they might notice a few of those are not trinkets. Another addiction. Another rush of excitement, knowing I am getting away with something I more then likely shouldn't do. Pauvre fille. I have an addictive personality I guess. Or maybe living with thieves, you learn how to become one.