Phase: Geminus

Mora watched delicate white bubbles swirl in the water as she pushed the warm water over her knees with gentle nudges from her fingers. She had become comfortable over the last few days - slowly becoming more indulgent as she rarely got to pamper herself or enjoy this type of luxury. Mora sighed peacefully as she laid back in to the warmth of the large bathtub, letting the water collapse around her body. For a brief moment, Mora was completely relaxed, safe in the knowledge that she could spend the next few days undisturbed. The second-floor bathroom was large and extravagant, with large arched windows that let the light pour in, a few spiky green plants in smooth black pots, and glamorous white tiles. Beside the bathtub, sat an ice bucket and a bottle of champagne Mora had been enjoying during her long soak. The bathroom was heavily scented with Ginger & Lemongrass, and a plush white robe hung ready for Mora when she was ready to move from the bathtub. Mora's eyes were closed with bliss written across her face, so despite the view of the driveway from the beautiful arched windows, she failed to notice when a large black SUV turned into the driveway. Hearing the snap of car doors closing, and voices drift up from below instantly pulled Mora from her state of relation to a state of panic. She was meant to have at least another week here to herself. And she certainly could not be found naked and tipsy in the bathroom. Without another thought Mora stood up and launched herself into the adjacent bedroom where she has been staying, she gathered her things, grateful that the bubbles were dripping off her into the carpet and not into puddles on the floor. Luckily the routine of leaving things as she found them every morning and every night meant nothing was out of place once Mora had thrown some clothes onto her wet body, and shouldered her bag. Desperate now to get back to the bathroom and clean up the last evidence of her transgressions, she realized it was too late. The water could not be drained without making enough noise that someone would notice, and the heat and smell would likely linger in the room, even if she could magically disappear the water. Knowing her options were limited, Mora grabbed her champagne bottle from the ice bucket, and promptly vanished before Mr Patterson made it to the second floor.