Jilted Junkies :||: Kenny x Reader || South Park Fanfiction

Chapter Forty-Eight

A//N:: Hey guys!!!! Sorry as always for slow asf updates. I'm a grown up now and in the last couple months I bought a house with my bf, started a new job, and started my first year of college to become a nurse.✌️👩‍⚕️ And also changed my major bc fuck health care 😄 But hey, as long as these books don't say "DISCONTINUED" in the title, you can still have hope that I will one day start updating again!!!

PS - This picture of the Dark Knight was brought to you by AI generated images and some slight editing by me :p

Y/n woke up to three pretty girls standing around her bed, gently stroking her hair and face.

"Good morning, Miss Dark Knight. We're honored to tell you that we'll be helping you prepare for your wedding ceremony this morning!" One girl with deep red hair smiled at her, and Y/n smiled back at her, recognizing her as one of the girls she used to go to school with back on Earth.

They opened a small door that led into a quaint bathroom, which had an old-fashioned toilet with running water. Another strange example of how the modern world got crossed with this medieval-esc timeline. The giant wooden bath, however, almost resembling a giant bucket, had no faucet, only a drain. They helped her undress and motioned for her to get in. Two more girls showed up with giant buckets of steaming, hot water. They carefully poured it in, taking turns to retrieve more buckets, as Y/n sat inside. Each new bucket warmed the bath some more, and stung her skin a little. One girl came in with a bucket of white liquid.

"What's that?" Y/n smiled before she poured it in.

"Butter milk." She looked up at her with a smile, before dropping the substance into the steaming water, "This will make your skin feel extremely soft and plump."

One of the other girls scooped some of the bath water and Y/n felt a rush of warm, soapy, buttermilk cascade down her head and face. The maidens poured soap onto rags and sponges and began scrubbing Y/n's delicate skin. Another maiden came in and dumped a small bucket of orange fruit into the water, and she watched the little, round, citrus balls float and bounce against her body. The air filled with a fresh, crisp, citrusy aroma. They also threw handfuls of pink and red petals, which she assumed were from roses. It was probably the most relaxing bath she'd ever had in her life. They were doing everything for her, lifting her limbs, lathering the soap bubbles across her naked form, digging their finger nails into her scalp to break down the old dirt in her hair. They rubbed cream onto her armpits and legs and carefully glided an extremely sharp razor blade along her skin, cutting off any tiny wisps of visible body hair. Y/n closed her eyes and sunk down into the hot water, allowing her body to soak up the natural vitamins and lovely scents. This bath alone was making her feel beautiful.

After maybe half an hour of letting the Dark Knight soak, the water began to turn lukewarm, and they assisted her out to cover her with towels and begin combing her hair. Y/n wondered if Kenny was possibly receiving that same Princess treatment she was, and decided of course she was, if not, receiving an extra special type of spa-day pampering. She saw one of her maidens with a little stone mortar and pestle. There was a small amount of buttermilk water inside, left from the bath, and she watched as she added a chunk of the aloe Vera plant, a spoon full of a yellow, sticky substance that she thought might be honey, some sort of orange root, a few green herbs, and an egg. She ground the ingredients up with her pestle into a thick paste and brought it to Y/n with a smile.

"This concoction goes directly onto your face. It should brighten up your features and bring out your natural beauty." She chimed. She used her hand to carefully coat Y/n's soft features with the substance, avoiding her eyes and eyebrows. Y/n stared at her own sticky face in the mirror. Her heart was fluttering and the smile on her face wouldn't seem to go away. She watched the girls pull tight stockings up her legs, wrap a corset around her abdomen and tightly pull the strings, and long, black, silky gloves that wrapped so tightly against her skin, you might think she simply dunked her arms into black paint.