Over The Fence

Soaps and suds

"Now my dear." She spoke as soon as the door was closed, "Why don't we continue? Now I won't need all of this today. Just a few."

I then spent an hour learning her spa day routine. Come to find out this wasn't even a real bath! Though considering the blood, it is kind of obvious. Turns out she has a "normal" bathtub for cleaning. Which wouldn't be used till after dinner.

So I didn't have too much to due. Though the jar of white cream was for a sort of facial. So I sat there, rubbing this on her face. Whilst also spraying her and the "water" with perfume. It was a rich floral scent. But not like daisy and poppy kind of flower scent. More sophisticated, like a rose would be.

Soon it was the end of her spa time. Stated that she had some important things to deal with. Which apparently was so important she walked out of the "pool" of blood immediately. No towel or anything. (Your welcome you simps.)

I quickly looked down. Not wanting to see such things. (Ha you thought you!) I simply stood and held out the towels awkwardly. Luckily she took them. "Should I grab you a new dress? Or perhaps-" My questions were interrupted by the sound of a loud, deep bell sound. And at this, I looked up.

And luck was once again on my side. She had wrapped the towels around her upper torso and her lower. But quite a bit was still quite visible. All of her skin was as pale as her face

She let out a deep sigh, but it ended more in a growl of annoyance. "They never come at a good time, do they?" she said walking towards the door. "Answer the door will you?" She said to me, before walking out.

I quickly chased after her, "Whos at the-" I cut myself off before I could finish. Remembering that speaking with being spoken to was a bad idea. So I simply did as she asked. And walked the other way, to great whoever had arrived.