The demand for a bath served several purposes: the obvious one, getting clean, since Nasrin could not stand to be dirty; the slightly less obvious one, which was avoiding the awkwardness and discomfort of post-sex cuddles because for some reason everyone wanted to do that and she was so not about that level of intimacy; and the ulterior motive, which was experiencing the luxuries of nobility to the full extent. The guy was rich, so surely the amenities were out of this world. If she was going to be here for a bit (and thus far this trip had taken quite the lengthy detour), then might as well be spoiled a little for the trouble.
And so she lounged there, watching the servants, not particularly concerned that she was naked and exposed and that it was pretty obvious what they'd been up to. She was far from prudish.
But there was a small concern with them having seen her there...
As she rose to follow Ihlsepar, she shot him a look, one eyebrow raised. "Your servants aren't gonna snitch, are they?" she asked. Because he had seemed concerned before about having a strange woman in his home.