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It took hours, but I cleaned the tower and finally sanitized the floor and walls with fire. Black soot now coated the room, but the odor was more pleasing. My anger dissipated while I swam in the closest lake and removed the smell of death that clung to my scales. Cleaning my mess gave me a clearer view of what I wanted, and a certain young human was at the top of my list.

I couldn't help but appreciate the attention to detail that had gone into creating this lavish space. My gaze settled upon the bed, dressed in silky black sheets that practically whispered indulgence. It was a king-size bed, fit for royalty, beckoning us to sink into its plushness and surrender to its comfort. A bedlamp casting a warm, golden glow stood proudly beside it, adding an intimate touch to the room. The floor, covered in sleek black tiles, enhanced the overall allure of the space. Each step I took resonated with a sense of elegance and sophistication. It was as if I was walking on a perfectly polished ebony canvas, adding to the allure of the room.

Riven walked to his big, luxurious bathroom. The floor was made of black–tinted tiles veined with caramel-whitish stripes that brightened the darkness beneath his feet. The walls carried the same rich pattern, making the entire room feel sleek, cold, and expensive. A white cylindrical bathtub sat like a throne in the middle of the room, surrounded by soft, pinkish lavender candles unlit, but still screaming luxury.

His eyes flashed black, and I felt my lips curling up. “You make this so hard.” He grumbled. Callan led me to the bathroom, which was just down the hallway from his room. The floor had white hexagon matte porcelain tiles, which contrasted against the dark wooden walls, which seemed to be in all the hallways in this house. The ceiling was bright white with dark wooden beams running across it and a large window, which flooded the room with light. Sat right in front of the window was a large freestanding bath that just screamed elegance. A large mirror with large sphere light bulbs around it reflected the light from the window, and two basins sat inside a vanity unit just below the mirror. Oppo

There wasn't anything electronic in his room as she cleaned and dusted all the surfaces available. The bathroom was another story to define. It was bigger than the size of her old living room. The vanity was made of black marble just like the shower area. There were huge jet sprays on the walls of the shower area and the head of the shower too. She picked a soap bar and sniffed it, inhaling the smell when the door smacked open. “What the hell are you doing here?” She looked at Hugo through the mirror and the soap fell off her hands. “I am sorry I…”. She quickly moved to pick up the soap but she didn't check the distance between the soap bar and slipped on the floor.

My heart sinks as I come to the realisation that this is the master bedroom of Saint. As I step into the luxurious black and white bathroom, I’m instantly surrounded by a sense of timeless elegance and sophistication. The monochrome decor seems to transport me to a bygone era where attention to detail was paramount and luxury defined the essence of everyday living. The bright, gleaming white marble floors blend seamlessly with the rich, dark walls to create an atmosphere of refined elegance, while the carefully placed lighting fixtures gently illuminate each corner of the room.

She did not want any more bloodshed, not when it came to the people she cared about. She disposed of the water she was using to clean upstairs and then got a smaller bucket in which she poured every cleaning detergent she could find in the house. She kneeled down in front of the door and scrubbed the floor until there was no blood stain left. The cleaning detergents managed to get rid of the copper smell of the blood, but the condition in which they left the carpet was unsettling, the floorboard that was once brown was now white in colour, it was haunting like the aftermath of a nightmare, horrifying.

Kali worked tirelessly, scrubbing every inch of grime and stain on the bathroom floor and walls until they were spotless and reflective. Then she cleaned the toilet, the sink, and the bathroom mirror, stepping back after to look at her work. She woke up with the pressing urge to vigorously clean her apartment. Seeing as her life had become a bit of a mess, she thought it would be best to make her apartment the opposite of that.

Cynthia tackled the grimy windows, vigorously scrubbing away dirt and letting the sunlight pour in. With focused determination, they moved from room to room, leaving no surface untouched. Chai wiped down countertops, their swift and precise motions restoring a sense of cleanliness. Cynthia scrubbed bathroom fixtures, exerting elbow grease to remove stubborn stains. The sounds of their actions reverberated through the house: the clattering of cleaning tools, the swish of cleaning solutions being sprayed, and the satisfying splash of water as they rinsed away grime. They worked tirelessly, sweating from their efforts, but their resolve remained unshaken.

Their protests faded down the hallway. I stood there, stunned, before remembering I had work to do. With effort, I began cleaning the room. I changed the stained sheets, gathered the scattered clothes, wiped fluids from various surfaces (how had they even reached the ceiling?), and finally sprayed a cinnamon-and-sandalwood freshener to neutralize the heavy scent of sex. When I finished, the room was immaculate. I placed scented candles strategically and made sure everything was in its place before leaving and closing the door carefully.