Conquering His Cold Heart

Despite the use of cleaning magic there was just some things that needed a good old fashioned scrub to get rid of.

"Bathing will have to wait girls; we\'ve got loot to unload and a quest to turn in." The leader of these amazonian women was the last to exit and she stood at least half a head taller than the others and was at least 15% more muscular.

"Of course sis, the job\'s not done until it\'s done as you always say." The last woman spoke in agreement with their leader who also happened to be the eldest of the four sisters.

The others grumbled under their breath but followed their eldest sister\'s lead.

This group of powerful women were known as the \'Amazonian Beauties\' a strong C-rank adventuring party hailing from the eastern edges of the Yangmir continent.

Originally they had come to the northern reaches in search of certain herbs that could help preserve their skin\'s elasticity despite their profound muscle growth. Plus they heard from their seniors that the cold weather present in the Glacial mountains provided a great environment for body resilience training.

The group was going to simply stay within the camp to rest before carrying on into the mountains but soon found themselves unable to extricate themselves from it. The Dungeon of Niflheim was just too lucrative to pass up. The variety and strength of the monsters present within called to their warrior\'s blood while the untapped mysteries that lay in the lower floors spoke to their adventurous spirit.

It didn\'t take long for the Amazonian Beauties to become repeat customers.

The local amenities weren\'t anything to snuff at either. Frost had long ago provided several public bath houses where in hot water flowed freely, allowing even the most hardened of adventurers to rest their weary bones. It was a rather unique experience to enjoy the warmth of a bath while surrounded by snow and even the occasional blizzard.

These local bath houses quickly became popular drawing in not just adventurers but the merchants and the permanent residents. If one was lucky there was even a chance for them to brush shoulders with the Lord of the Camp himself.

Though Frost deigned to only charge a very small fee for access to the bath houses it quickly accrued, becoming one of the Camp\'s most lucrative businesses.

The Amazonian Beauties had come to very much adore the idea of resting their muscle weary bodies in a large open air tub while snowflakes drifted down on top of them.

"Hopefully there\'s not a queue. If we\'re too late the bath houses will be too crowded to enjoy." The youngest of the four sisters lightly complained as she tried to rush her siblings to the guild.

Given their appearances both in their beauty and their physical stature the four always drew attention to themselves, this only increased once they removed their clothes. Though the bath house was split into male and female sides it did little to help the gawkers.

With their younger sister\'s urging the group swiftly made their way to the guild with their bounty held within a storage ring, a necessity for a group of their strength to have.

"Ah Maressa it\'s good to see you again, another successful hunt I presume." Jaina, Bastion\'s daughter had been transferred recently to the Niflheim branch to learn the ropes from Ringwald. At least that was the official reason. In truth Bastion just wanted his daughter away from Northrend, away from the calamity that was slowly drawing close.

The spoiled and arrogant attitude she once had back in Furano was completely gone, replaced with that of skilled and experienced receptionist.

Frost and Maya\'s grand reveal and her finally getting truly rebuked by her father forced her to mature lest she really wanted to become a lost cause. Even Leo and Luna were taking seats at the big table, being their cousin she couldn\'t fall far behind.

"Of course we sisters never fail do we girls."

"Never"

"With biceps like ours how could we fail." The sisters proudly responded, flexing their muscles.

Jaina couldn\'t help but giggle the Amazonian Beauties were real characters that always brought a smile to anyone\'s face with their displays of power. Strange how having a pretty face and enchanting figure could change everything, if a gruff middle-aged man bragged and showed off like they did it\'d be off-putting, and she\'d look down at him with derision perhaps even disgust.

"3 pairs of whiskers from coeurl pups as well as their pelts with a minimum of good quality, an extra 20% payment if they\'re in perfect or near perfect condition." Jaina quickly retrieved the quest document after scanning Maressa\'s guild card.

"That\'s the one, Myrina the storage ring."

"Here sis."

"You should be able to find the items within the storage ring along with the other materials we intend to sell to the guild as is." Maressa took hold of the storage ring held by Myrina and passed it to Jaina.

The group had access to two storage rings of low quality, one was used to hold items for the guild while the other held their less wieldy luggage as well as the materials they wished to use somewhere else. It was already known to them that two very skilled blacksmiths called the Niflheim base Camp home. By bringing their own materials they were more likely to be favoured and granted a request.

Maressa was keen to get her hands on a possible half step 4 star weapon before they left for the inner regions of the Glacial mountains, a destination they had really put off for too long.

"I\'ll quickly have this checked by our material inspectors, do you wish to wait here for our analysis, or would you like a ticket?"

"A ticket please we want to get to the bath house before it gets too crowded." Myrina the youngest sister answered in Maressa\'s stead. Her sisters giggled at her impatience but were in complete agreement.

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"Very well here you go, we should be finished within a few hours, more than enough time for you to enjoy the bath house." Jaina said with a smile but there was a clear longing in her eyes, her shift didn\'t end for another 5 hours and now Maressa and her sisters got her thinking about the bath houses.

\'Damn you Frost for coming up with these addictive services.\' She internally besmirched the Lord of the Camp as the Amazonian Beauties left and headed towards their favourite bath house.

Frost truly was a skilled businessman, he not only created bath houses for his people but staggered them in different styles as well as costs thus drawing in all classes.

At the very peak of luxury was the Moon\'s Blessing bath house which catered to the very rich, depriving them of gold just so they could brag about enjoying the highest level of care and comfort. Did anyone complain however no because it was truly built with quality in mind.

Not only were the bathing areas private, restricted to a maximum of six people drinks, snacks and even massage services were provided free of charge for their customers.

Of course such luxury was out of reach for the Camp\'s normal inhabitants, but Frost fed on their desires, their temptations. So every month anyone who\'d visited one of the other bath houses had the chance to win a free visit to the Moon\'s Blessing. With that the populace were completely hooked even Jaina couldn\'t help but hope for the chance to visit the most luxurious bath house in the camp.

The Amazonian Beauties made straight for their favourite bath house, the Frosty Evening hoping to beat the larger crowds and with luck they succeeded. The four were able to soak and unwind without restraint for a good hour or so before the place started to fill out and the not so subtle glances became uncomfortable.

"Sis look I think my skin\'s actually glowing." Myrina loudly bellowed – a tad drunk from the sake they purchased within the bath house.

"You think that\'s something look how clean my pores have become, it\'s like I\'ve aged backwards." The two youngest sisters argued over who benefited more from their long soak while Chana the second oldest sister sauntered over towards a ronso with a wild look in her eyes. It was clear that all three of them drunk of their asses.

"Well aren\'t you cute and so robust, what\'s your name handsome?" Chana quickly appeared next to a pair of ronsos who were on guard duty for the area. She wrapped her arm around the one the right, lightly squeezing his arm, finding him to be quite attractive.

The ronso being grabbed onto blushed and panickily looked to his comrade who struggled to hold in his laughter. Most of the people in the Camp even the stronger adventurers were fearful of them, some even viewed them with disgust, seeing them as nothing more than wild monsters.

A few groups were friendly, but this was the first time someone was actually flirting with one of them and…..what a woman it was.

Chana was always quite aggressive when it came to seeking out partners and she usually got what she wanted due to either her beauty or physical prowess, but the latter was pointless against this ronso a fact that turned her on. So what if he was a monster kin hot was hot and muscles don\'t lie.

Normally this would be when Maressa stepped in to save the poor male, but she was distracted, something she saw in the distance instantly erased the drunkenness from her body.

"Is that?"