((POTENTIAL TRIGGER WARNING: mentions overdosing, strong detailed violence, occasional elements of gore and angst, please read at one's own discretion))
EDIT: TWs still apply. i haven't touched this pile of shit since last year so i'm revisiting it...
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"Wow..."
Vanity could hardly hear herself think over the tumult of music. Her breathy murmur went unnoticed by both Chastity and Remi, as the two were preoccupied with screaming along with the words of the song, but it didn't matter to Vanity much- she wasn't even paying attention to anything else other than her reflection in the clouded mirror, her expression aptly shocked. While the ensemble of clothes wasn't anything particularly complicated, it was leagues superior to anything that Vanity could have managed to bring together. The outfit consisted of a modest, cream coloured sweater with intricate patterns of roses sprawled across the fabric, paired with a loose, soft pink pleated skirt that managed to clinch the slender curves of her form in a, dare she say, almost flattering fashion.
Vanity gawped at herself, not quite knowing how to stand on her own two feet for she was simply awestruck with the sight of how the clothes looked on her. "Aww! You look beautiful!" Remi was the first one to break the dreadful chorus of screeching, and in turn, Chastity turned to look at her too, squealing with excitement and immediately beginning to rave about how they could improve her makeover even further. Out of the corner of her eyes, Vanity swore she saw Colette's imperious expression falter into a soft smile for a split second. "Well, now that's settled, Vanity can shower and we can start tending to this party you would like to host.... Has Marion agreed to it?" The blonde girl turned to her sister with the inquiry, and Chastity's smile immediately turned tight lipped. "You haven't even asked her, have you?" She added incredulously.
"Not.. exactly, but I'm sure she'll come round!" Colette audibly scoffed at the ridiculousness of the statement, her hand migrating to rest on her hip once more as she cocked an eyebrow challengingly. "This... is Marion we're talking about. She technically could tell you no, you know. Not like she owns this house or anything!" She countered with a painfully sarcastic tone and Chastity laughed perhaps a little too merrily. "I'm older than her, so it doesn't matter what she thinks because I have the authority! And I'm older than you too- that trumps head of the house! And by that logic, I'm also in charge of you, so I'd watch your attitude-"
"Chastity, can we get food yet? I'm hungry." Remi pulled on the hem of her elder sister's sweater, abruptly dissuading the two older girls from erupting to a squabble. While Colette rolled her eyes, and went back to picking up discarded articles of clothing that had been tossed around the room, Vanity indifferently watched the ordeal play out from near the mirror, wondering then of that was what it would be like to have siblings of her own. "Yeah! I did promise to convince Marion to let us have cake after all!" And at Chastity's keen departure, along with the young girl cavorting about at her feet, Vanity was left vacated in the company of the impertinent blonde. The two of them stood in silence for a few moments.
"You must want a shower." Colette supposed at long last, and Vanity then nodded in a diffident manner. "Right?" "I-um, yes, please. If it isn't too much trouble, I mean, I don't really smell of roses and lavender." The remark earned a vaguely amused laugh from Colette as she placed a hand on Vanity's back and then she was being steered towards another white, unblemished door. "Well, if you so please, you can use mine. Use whatever you like, I don't particularly mind. Ooh!" She suddenly exclaimed, as if remembering something, "I have this lovely shower gel you can use if you want to have a better smell that muddy one you have now... it's Rhubarb & Rose Bath. It should be in a pink bottle. Just try not to break anything. I have to go and discuss some things with my sisters, but you can make yourself feel comfortable."
+++++++++++++++Time Skip+++++++++++++++++++
In comparison to everything Vanity had seen of the mansion so far, the bathroom had an almost luxurious feel. The walls were large, format tiles of white honed travertine and the floor was made of marble tiles. The vanities were of a dark wood and the counters were a brilliant white quartz. There was no bath, but instead a large, spacious walk in shower with two shower heads and clear glass doors. There were pale pink towels that were fragrant, fluffy and carefully folded on a thrift-store chair in the corner. Vanity forwarded into the open space with hesitant steps, silently taking in the interior of the bathroom with her old, too-big clothes draped over one arm.
Placing the borrowed garments in the laundry basket, she turned to face one of the large mirrors and ogled at her new outfit one more time. She posed comically, giving an exaggerated smouldering pout as if she was a model on a catwalk- before laughing at her expression, and then beginning to take off the clothes with care. She settled them on the toilet lid, and then advanced toward the shower to try and figure out the controls. Once she had managed to suss it out, she got in, and was met with a burst of pleasantly hot water. It certainly wasn't a very long shower. Vanity had never been one to stand there for ages, instead opting to simply get to it and wash her hair and body to get all the dried mud off.
She was quite keen to get redressed, and after drying off, was right back in her new clothes. Upon seeing the shelf of body sprays above the toilet, she considered. Colette had said to use what she liked, after all, so she probably wouldn't have minded if she were to douse herself with one of her perfumes. With that, she effortfully climbed atop the toilet lid and scanned the array of scents before she selected one in a pink bottle, labelled 'Victoria's Secret'. She used it sparingly, though a little went quite a long way- the smell was an overpoweringly flowery scent, though the aromatic fragrance was better than the smell of dirt, so she couldn't really complain. And with that concluding her necessities in the bathroom, she took one last glance at her reflection before exiting the bathroom to go and ask someone if they had a hair dryer.
