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I said, bowing slightly before slipping away as fast as I could without making it look like I was running. The hallway was silent, decorated with golden-framed portraits that seemed older than Montrose itself. Each one looked expensive enough to feed an entire village. When I pushed open the bathroom door, I almost froze. It could pass as a house with this scale! Marble counters, gold faucets, a chandelier for some reason—quite literally a chandelier in a bathroom.

" I went to the bathroom, not knowing if it was the one I had entered that night. But if it was, I could now admire it with sober eyes. The room was all white, just like everything else in the house. There was a large shower to one side of the room, and a bath to another side. There were double sinks side by side and a white toilet that had a blue light coming out of it. I stripped out of my clothes and stepped into the shower. I looked at the dials in confusion and had to read and figure out which dial was which.

“You are beautiful, Venus. You have the body of a goddess. It's smooth and glows.” I looked down, unable to meet his gaze. “Look at me,” he said, lifting my chin so I could look at him. “Are you shy?” I shook my head and muttered, “No.” He brushed a kiss across my lips, took my hand and led me to the bathroom. Maxine and I stepped into the bathroom together. The shower enclosure was wide, encased in clear glass, and the overhead rain showerhead gave the illusion of standing beneath a warm waterfall. The bathroom smelled of luxury and lavender — like something out of a dream.

"There's this dangerous pull whenever you're close to me. No matter how much I try, I can't resist you." "Then stop trying." He got off the bed, still holding her, and moved towards the door in the corner of the room, beside the spot where his kinky toys were. He pushed the door open and stepped into the gigantic bathroom. A bath tub made of pure gold sat in the middle, its surface gleaming brightly. At the end of the bathroom was a shower head installed into the wall. Half of the walls were lined with mirrors, with several cabinets fastened on the other side.

“Please, for my sanity, Florence,” I stood nervously, the soft glow of the overhead light. The bathroom was cozy, adorned with rustic wooden walls and a large, intricately carved mirror hanging above a ceramic sink. A plush, cream-colored towel hung on a wooden rack nearby. The shower was a hollow space of dark marble and clean glass with a six-foot-long rainfall shower head embedded in the ceiling above it.

I mumble a few words to myself, attempting to dispel the memories, and make my way to the bathroom. Stepping into the bathroom, the cool tiles beneath my feet offer a fleeting respite from the turmoil within. The room is adorned with sleek marble, the soft glow of the vanity lights casting an ethereal ambiance. I turn on the shower, feeling the cascading water cleanse my body, if only momentarily washing away the weight of the past.

Settled and satisfied in a way that made me want to have a firm conversation with her later. I found the bathroom. It was the kind of bathroom that made you stop walking when you entered it. All white marble and gold fixtures and a bathtub that sat in the center of the room. A separate shower ran along the entire left wall, glass-fronted, with about twelve different settings on the panel beside it. I turned the shower on, found towels folded on the heated rail, and stood under the water for a long time without thinking about anything in particular. Or trying not to. His voice kept coming back.

From the looks of it from where I stood, it was filled with dresses and shoes made for women. Did Beta Silver bring me to someone's room? I closed the door and walked over to the other and found the bathroom. Beta Silver wasn't kidding when he said this one would be bigger than the bathroom downstairs. There was a large bathtub at the right corner and behind it, there was a shower with blue glass doors around it that was not see through. To my right, there's the sink and a mirror on top of it. I didn't want to look at he mirror. I knew I couldn't face myself.

Talen took the bag of blood from Rhett’s hand and led the way through to the door at the end of the shed. The bathroom was larger than Aislen had been expecting. One wall was lined with cubicles, some larger than others, showing the distinction between toilets and shower cubicles. Opposite was a row of sinks and mirrors. One of the shorter walls had a bench set beneath a row of hooks, several holding personal possessions, and the other shelves holding towels, bathrobes, and kits in little plastic bags.

She says in a sassy tone as she glares hard at me. “Yes, Commander.”I quip smiling as I smirk faintly before stepping inside trying to contain the heavy feeling of my heart. The faint click of the door of the bathroom closes as I turn glancing around.. The bathroom looks beautiful at first glance, it’s also quite large and almost deceptively so. The Soft warm lighting spills from recessed fixtures in the ceiling, casting a golden glow over smooth marble tiles that stretch from the floor all the way up the walls. Not a single crack, not one single flaw. Everything polished to a quiet shine that reflects just enough light to make the space feel bigger than it actually is.