Faith

7

After a long night of sleep. Valentine woke up to stillness, quiet, and a really comfy bed. So comfy that she didn't want to get out of it. Memories of her new gig pieced together. She had to take a few minutes to collect herself before rubbing the sleep out of her eyes and getting up. 

The empty plate of food, chicken and pasta, that she had left on the bedside table last night, was gone. A folded-up note was now in its place. 

Curiously, she took it, her feet padded against the wood floor. After carefully unfolding the cotton paper, it read:

'Shower is down the hall, to the left. The mess hall is further down from the shower. Join us for breakfast when you're ready!

-Special.'

Well, here was to hope she didn't get lost. 

Valentine rummaged through the duffle bag that Special Ghoul had given her, the clothing options made her eyes wide. 

Not only were the majority of outfits, revealing. But the under garments were in high contrast to her comfortable, sometimes grandma, look.

Short miniskirts, tops with low cleavage, dresses that looked skintight, and worst of all...

Leather.

The undergarments were lacy strings in Valentines eyes. She picked a red thong up to examine.

"How does anyone even wear this?" She made a face of disgust. 

Valentine dug around finding a clean towel and the most modest outfit in the bag, a black baby doll dress, buttoned down in the front with a white collar.  She could already tell the skirt would be too short. The most modest underwear was a purple mesh panty and a lace trim bra that matched, a jeweled bat charm dangled in the center of the bra. 

She took the clothes (along with her vans) and high tailed it to the showers. 

The showers in the women's bathroom were private luckily. The bathroom was huge, and each line of showers had their own mini rooms, stalls of toilets across and a mini section of sinks. Along each side of the sinks were jars labeled "Unused toothbrushes" and "toothpaste" in cute gothic font.

Val stepped inside a Mini room with a shower, pleased to find that there was enough room for changing, a small stool to sit and soap with an unused loofah, she knew it was unused because it was still wrapped up as if just bought from the store. 

So, she unwrapped it and began to wash. First her hair, the shampoo and conditioner were no joke. It was pretty clear to her that all these bathroom essentials were pretty high end, they smelled like jasmine and sage. It made her feel warm inside and comforted, she breathed it in.

The water was warm against her body, the pressure of the stream made her nips perk up and she groaned as it eased the slight aches from sleeping. 

The next thing she went for was the loofah, loading it with soap. The scent was mildly sweet, and the soap was surprisingly moisturizing. 

This was a good time to relax. She began to scrub in circular motions, letting her mind wander along with the steam and fog of the shower. She hummed. 

Valentine still couldn't believe where she was, how she got here, and how her life would change. 

For some reason, no matter how hard she tried, Special kept popping up in her mind. A lot of questions swarmed over the awkward and mysterious personality; she really didn't know anything about him at all.

Val, wish she knew more about him, she didn't know how to go about learning about him. It was as if he caught all the air in her lungs when he was in her Prescence. It was really hard for her to think about the things she didn't know, like his real name or what he looked like underneath that mask. So hard in fact, that she tried to count the things she did know about him.