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She walked into the bathroom and saw a separate shower and a tub at the center. It was old-fashioned, with copper-colored fixtures. She closed the door shut and turned on the water, absentmindedly watching it fill. She was in need of a bubble bath, she hadn't had one in a long while. She was convinced that was the only way to actually strip her skin clean from the dirt and Sergio's vile touch.

She poured in soap, hurriedly got out of her dress. She tested the temperature of the water with the tip of her toes before she sunk in slowly. Steam rose out of it, but the warmth felt good, it was relaxing. She reached up and grabbed a small towel, wadded it, and laid her head against it. She shut her eyes, relishing in the warm feeling the bath brought her, the lovely scented soaps that filled the bathroom. It was blissful. She was already dozing off when she heard someone clear their throat.

At first, it sounded really distant. Her eyes shot open in panic. She caught her breath when she saw