"Miss...miss?" Emelisse blinked up as Margaret blankly stared at her, carrying towels and a glass bottle filled with some oil in her hand.
"Yes?" She asked. "Is something the matter?"
"Your bath is ready," Margaret smiled. "The water will get cold if you do not hurry."
"Oh," Emelisse nodded, suddenly remembering that she had asked Margaret to draw her a bath. She sullenly stood up and followed after her. She needed a warm bath to get back to her senses. Her limbs felt all loose and weak and there was a disgusting feeling inside of her that no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't shake away.
"I made this oil for you," Margaret mumbled as she undressed her and then wrapped her up in a towel while she stood silently and stared back at her reflection in the huge ornate mirror. "This
