If only there was some doe-eyed fool that was hopelessly smitten with me. How they might hold me and listen to my every petty woe- their sweet-nothings melting away into a blanket of steam. That would surely remedy the rotten day I've had. Ho hum. I suppose I shall bathe alone.
ALT Absa, wearing nothing but a smug expression, lounging cross-legged in a thermae. She is beckoning a POV character.