You have your prioritys; get into the bath.
From Create Your Own Story
Your eyes drift guiltily towards the door to your left, which you know is the master bathroom. You bite your lower lip as you consider your options. Your in London for a reason and lives may very well be at stake.
But why fight evil dirty?
Your willpower broken you walk into the large bathroom and breath in that familiar scent of lavender. You turn the shiny silver handles, letting a clear stream of hot water flow into the ivory bowl, feeling the warm steam embrace your skin like a ethereal blanket. You undress as the tub fills, unlacing your leather corset and sliding off your filthy work clothes piece by piece. Your naked body tingles in the open air, free from its bonds. You finger the selection of scented powders and oils that come complimentary with the room and add generous doses of whatever strikes your fancy, the tub beginning to fill with soft bubbles and the air with the aroma of licorice and rosemary.
You slide in, enjoying the slippery feel of the warm stone against your butt, gasping slightly at the intense heat of the water. It envelopes you in molten comfort, and you feel the aches and pains of the train ride melt like so much butter. You run your hands up and down your body slowly, suds clinging to your neck, legs, and chest as you wash away the soot of London. Your eyelids feel heavy and you only now realize how tiresome the journey has been. The sensation is invigorating.
