May she join? A dip in the hot springs seems like something that'd be nice for the dancer.

Well...she'll join her then. Towel wrapped around her form as she daintily steps into the water.

"Mm...I can feel my muscles relaxing already..." Her eyes are closed, though her smile is evident. "I feel so at ease right now..."

"I'm kind of jealous of people that are able to have these...it'd be so nice to soak in one after a dance."

"Mm..." She turns to look at her bath partner. "My name is Mia. And yours, ma'am?"

"I only just discovered them a couple days ago. I soaked in them then, and since no one seemed to come up here, I thought it might just be one only I knew about." She smiles back, looking down a bit. "Being a street dancer means that a lot of creeps tend to look for me."

A far more sheer option for Mia. She wouldn't dare wear this out in public, but perhaps as a modeling option? Or is there some other scenario that might have poor Mia like this? #TittyTuesday

Given that Mia isn't a fighter, she hopes she never has to end up in this position.

(*coughs* Mia may have a thing for tough girls *cough*)

Mia likes hearing legends, not staining her hands with blood. She...admittedly would probably end up helping tend to her wounds if they traveled together though.

That honestly sounds ideal. She'd definitely see Mia if she visits the local tavern, dancing her heart out.

She might even have winked her direction, if she's watching her now~

She should definitely be careful then. Besides, she'd much rather learn more about the gladiator before performing that kind of dance.

(Sleepy...I'll be on later)

She continues dancing for some time, the dance itself focusing more on arm movements and facial expressions. There's a few times where she meets her gaze, but as soon as she notices her watching, she looks away.

Dancing was hard work, so the offer was appreciated. She smiles at her, giving her a light nod. "If you're offering, I wouldn't mind," she says. Her voice was soft, like a gentle wave on the beach.

Mia takes the glass from the other, nodding once more. "I am. I'm a traveling performer, ma'am. Are the people here always as friendly as you?"

She takes her first swig from her glass. "I appreciate the compliment," Mia says, "you enjoyed my performance today then?"

It's a night of dance practice for Mia. Hard to really stop her from dancing for long, given how much she enjoys the craft, but it never hurts to get a practice routine down, right?

It's way too warm out. Too humid, rather. It's not good for her silks, to Mia's chagrin.