Count Braujou's personal area of enjoyment. An ordinary person would have called this a bathroom. On the marble floor rested a bathtub filled to the rim with a green liquid. In consideration of the one who would be using the place, there were no mirrors. Swaying clouds of steam swril about the room. The smoke grows more substantial and begin to take human form. Then beautiful women were standing there, stark naked and alluring. The liquid in the tub also bubbled mysteriously, kneading itself like dough to form the ample breasts, thighs, and face of a gorgeous woman. In light of the Nobility's aversion to water, the fluid was not bath water, but rather some sort of gelatinous substance with the ability to take on different shapes.