Hera lead her to another building on the villa. The air inside was warm and damp, and it soon became apparent why. The dome like building was divided into several large bathing chambers, much like the on at the ziggurat. However, where the bath she was used to was stark and functional, these bathes were decorated with intricate mosaics, and sculpture work depicting serpents and histarans in various pleasing poses. The walls and ceiling were lined with windows, to allow sunlight to pour in, and show off the artwork. All around her, histarans walked around in various states of dress; most were naked.
Hera took Hilda to a small room, off one of the main baths, filled with cupboards and closets; clearly a changing room. "Take off your clothes," she stated bluntly, and to Hilda's surprise, began to disrobe herself. Without her flowing toga on, Hera cut an impressive figure. Her body was well toned from an active lifestyle. Hilda's eyes traveled up a long pair of legs, to a firm ass, past a flat stomach, and up to a firm pair of c-cup breasts.