*Odette*
As I lower myself into the water, I realize that it is not as warm as expected. I regret allowing myself to be distracted by Lupo's revelations, which delayed my bath.
A servant. That's what I am. Even worse, I am his servant. His only servant, it seems. It feels so wrong, not quite fitting. I can't picture myself scrubbing floors and dealing with filth.
Gathering my long, tangled hair, I wonder how to wash it properly. Shouldn't I instinctively know how to do it? After all, I've washed my hair countless times. Yet, I imagine someone else washing it for me. Perhaps it's just a dream, a desire to be pampered and spoiled, as he suggested. Wishing for a different life than the one I have.
Immersing myself completely beneath the surface, I hear the water lapping and a roaring in m
