Her lips formed into a thin line as her vision blurred faintly with tears of shame and she turned her head away from the mirror and to the bathtub that held the milky steaming, gardenia-scented water. A part of her imagined the water being poisoned, filled with acid to torture her, but she took the risk as she raised a leg, shaky, and hungry again. She stepped into the clawfoot tub and gingerly, shakily, lowered herself down until the water covered her all the way up to her collarbone. The water was scalding at first, but after a moment of the shock to her skin, the heat became a comfort and began seeping in to reach her cold bones. On a small little holster hanging off to the side of the tub, a brand new sponge and a bar of soap sat waiting for her alongside of two potion-like bottles labeled "shampoo" and "conditioner". Before she reached for them, she leaned her back against the tub and relaxed her entire body. Her eyes fluttered shut and she let out a small sight. She never wanted to leave.