Radasus sinks into the water just a little bit while the two girls continue their catty behavior. The pink kobold's tail tugs at his hand, guiding it over to her thigh. Could she really want him to do that while she's talking?
The feeling of the fingers around his length gives him an answer.
Radasus bits his lip, letting his fingers slide in between Tik TIk's legs, paw playing with her. Such a strange girl Tik Tik truly is. What started as an argument between two women on partner choices turns into an academic discussion on the mating habits of canine and lupine creatures. Radasus disappears into the relaxing soak of the bath, content in the fact that he is providing Tik Tik with a relaxing day. Nothing can possibly throw this lovely moment off balance.
"So, Sir Nailo," the gnome says, breaking the immersion.
At this point, the towel slides off of Radasus's left eye, allowing him to glance over at her. "Hrm?"
"Is it true what they say about canine kobolds, particularly the males?"
Radasus slips up, his hand pulling away from Tik Tik. He tosses the towel off of his face and responds. "Sorry, could you remind me?"
Tittering, the gnome slides on closer to the two kobolds, fluttering her dot-like eyes. "They say that you all have knots."
Radasus yips at the sudden question posed to him. "I… I'm sorry, but that's private."
"Tch, sure," Gimmegee says. "As if I didn't see you in that goblin gangbang or any of your other matches."
"Enough," Tik Tik says, her eyes glowing, the water around her bubbling. "If you want ask Rada, you need ask me."
The gnome crosses her arms over her chest and huffs. "Okay, then, Tik. Why don't you tell me what's going on below his belt?"
Tik Tik's glow disappears, but it's replaced with a toothy grin. "Tik Tik won't tell. Nice and clean, yes. and Tik Tik think it time get going.” She hops out of the bath, yanking Radasus along with her, letting her enchanted towels work over the two as they walk away, leaving a fuming gnome behind them.
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While at the streets of Anteronia, the two small creatures are made virtually invisible by the hustle of humanoids, both great and small. The fighter kobold's vigilant nature keeps him alert from many possible threats that can harm the woman he swore his allegiance towards.
But even so, as he notices a particularly suspicious hooded figure, he suddenly feels upon his snout the swiftest of boops.
"Huh?"
"You need to relax, Rada," Tik Tik says. "There's nothing here that can bother me. My enemies will see to it that I live happily and healthily outside of the Tournament of Pleasure just so that I can suffer by watching everyone I love get humiliated and degraded in front of me."
"That's terrible!" Radasus snaps. "Who'd dare? I'll fight them, myself!"
"No, that's quite alright," Tik Tik says, finally stopping at one of the many shops along the street. "I'd rather not get you roped in as well. It's good that you forfeited to me in that way."
She pulls open the door, stepping aside and bowing.
A bright burning in his cheeks makes the warrior doggo pause a moment. A quick slap of his rump by her tail gets him marching back inside, muttering to himself about dignity and chivalry.
His grumblings end when he is blasted with the aroma of warm baked goods and bombarded with the sights of pastries and cakes behind bright displays. He presses up against the glass, wide-eyed and tongue panting. "I… I have never seen so many in one place!" he says.
“Anteronia is magnificent… It's probably the biggest and best city in the world, you know! Come, I'm friend friends with the owner, and he has a place for us."
She needn't hook her tail around his ankle to get him to follow. He falls into her grasp willingly and obediently anyway. The two of them pass through some doors that conceal behind them a luxuriant lounge. It is not quite as splendid as what the hotel had to offer, but still far and away more regal than any roadside tavern back in his homeland.
"Sit and enjoy," the pink kobold commands, lifting with a wave of her hand the metal lids upon the table set aside for them.
There, resting in a bed of rolling smoke that crawls down off of the table and to the kobolds' toes, chilling them, are two bowls.
"Ice cream!?" Rada yips, hopping onto the chair opposite Tik Tik, scooping up the bowl in one hand and a spoon in the other.
Tik Tik takes a golden spoon and scoops through a tiny portion of the decadent delight.  “Tik Tik no know how do it, but Tik Tik like like!” She waves towards a door on the opposite end of the little room. There, a figure disappears through a porthole of a window. "He seem busy with making things. Baker said he did research and found out favorite treats of Tournament Champions."
Radasus licks some cream off of his nose and nods, placing the half-emptied bowl down onto the table. "I'm just overwhelmed," He says, "Thanks, Mis… mistress." He rubs the back of his neck. "But why are you spoiling me? I'm your submissive, and I should be treating you."
Tik Tik flutters her eyes. "Tik Tik learn new things about self and about friends. Not quite have answer yet, but feel right on verge." She snaps her fingers. "And when Tik Tik has it, Tik Tik will beat the baddies ruining her fun."
"I really don't know much about your life, Mistress Tik Tik," he admits. "But whatever you've gotten yourself mixed up in, I'd be happy to help you with it."
Tik Tik sighs, swirling her spoon on the edge of her bowl, staring down at the slowly melting bowl of delight. "Well, my story is long, and it is chronicled in many places and styles. But, the important things to know are that I make a lot of friends, but that apparently means I also make a lot of enemies. I… never really thought about that."
"Everyone makes enemies. That's how the world works."
"I know… Tik Tik guess she know," she says, plopping her spoon against the melting substance. "It so strange that Tik Tik want make friend with everyone?"
"No, not at all. In fact, it's amazing! If the world were a place where everyone can be friends, then it would be a place where adventurers and the like wouldn't have anything to do!"