Violet Waves

The Room

My eyes scanned the room in front of me, taking in every detail. Like the foyer, this room was clean, and for the most part white. It was larger than any bedroom I'd ever seen, with a large king bed, set in a gray velvet bed frame, with white linens and a large gray fur at the foot of the bed. There was a matching bench ottoman to th3 frame just below the pelt, and on top was a dress and a pair of shoes. I stepped closer and examined the items. The shoes I could see were strappy and heeled, and sparkly, definitely not something I'd ever needed to wear, they just sank in garden soil. My hands reached out to the dress beside it.

"Oh my goodness!" I shouted before slapping my other hand against my mouth, I didn't mean to be that loud. The dress was possibly one of the softest fabrics I'd ever felt. I grabbed it and held it up against my frame. It was a black silk slip dress that had such length, it pooled on the floor near my feet. I was shocked, as nearly every other dress I'd tried to find was always too short due to my height. As I held it to my body, I whipped around looking for a mirror. There were nightstands on either side of the bed, a large dresser, and a comfy looking lounge chair with a table, but no mirror. My brows furrowed as I continued to look for one. I spotted a few sets of doors and decided to explore each one. The first one I opened led into a massive closet, filled with clothing, and the thing I needed, a large, wall sized mirror. I held the dress to me tighter and looked at myself for a moment.

My pale skin stood out against the deep tones of the dress, and I frowned. There was no way this would suit me. Levi should at least think I'm attractive right? This wouldn't do. I gently dropped the dress to the floor and began to browse the closet. Any item of clothing I could have dreamt of was there; tops, sweaters, skirts, pants, dresses, suits. If I wanted to wear it I could. I looked at the dresses and began to slightly pull each one out on the hanger to look at them. Most of the dresses were way too glamorous, way too flashy, or way too dark. As I continued to browse my hands paused on a lavender number. I pulled the hanger all the way out and turned to the mirror once again. This dress was much too girly for me, but the color pulled me to it in a way, almost like a fresh garden flower waiting to be picked. A part of me wished that Levi would see me the same way when I wore it. The sleeves fell off the shoulder in loose drapes and the body of it looked form fitting, with more of a mermaid bottom. I decided before attempting to put it on to see if it fit, I would try and discover the bathroom to clean myself up.

I scooted out of the closet, tossed the dress on the bed, and tried another door, leaving only one other for me to explore when I had the time. My jaw dropped when I opened the door to the bathroom. Marble from floor to ceiling, with a large soaking tub, and an equally large rain shower. I stepped towards it and turned on the water, immediately the water flowed from the head on the ceiling, but also from a few spouts on the walls. My hand reached towards the water and it was already hot, so I stripped myself of the outfit I’d been wearing for nearly two days now. I looked down at my body, and then turned to the vanity mirror in the bathroom before I stepped under the water. I hadn’t realized just how grimy I was, but I couldn’t wait to rinse the filth off of me. I stepped under the water as quickly as I could and immediately a sigh left my lips.

The heat soothed my muscles that I didn't know were aching and I felt a wash of calm come over me, reducing my anxiety from the morning. I took a small step back and let the water run over my head, drenching my hair and face. Once I was satisfied with the level of saturation, I stepped back out and looked for the shampoo. There was a set of salon quality bottles in the shower nook, something I'd never used as an Omega, only generic brands. I took the shampoo and squirted a hefty amount into my palm. Immediately the luxurious smell wafted up into my nose via the shower steam, and I brought the glob up to my hair, lathering it into my scalp. As I scrubbed, I could feel the grime lift, and my scalp started to feel cleaner than it had ever been. I stepped back once again to rinse and then reached for the conditioner. The same intoxicating smell came from the conditioner and I raked it through my hair and let it sit while I looked for the body wash. It was next to the haircare in the nook, with a loofah hanging next to it on a hook. I picked up the bottle, expecting another heavy scent, but was greeted with the light scent of sweet almond oil. It brought a smile to my face as I helped myself to a generous amount on the loofah and got to work.

I scrubbed my body vigorously, starting with my more sensitive bits, and moving onto my chest and stomach. I massaged the lather in and moaned a little at the sensation as I brushed the fluffy loofah across my breasts. They'd never been touched by anyone other than me, and a part of me wanted it to stay that way. My limbs were next to be scrubbed, and boy did that feel good. Luckily for me, with my hair being white, there was no need for me to shave, so I was able to save some time in the shower. I finished with a final rinse of my hair and quick face wash before stepping out and searching for a towel. They were hanging right outside of the shower and as soon as my fingers made contact with the fluffy texture, I was in heaven, and quickly wrapped it around my body, snuggling into it as I approached the vanity. I rifled through the draws looking for a blow dryer, and found it alongside a few other hair tools that I'd only ever used once or twice for more "formal" events in life. My hair usually lived up in a bun or in one long Dutch braid down my back, and I figured that would be the better of the two options for tonight.

After a quick blow dry to get my hair half dried, I looked through the drawers some more and found a hair oil that I quickly combed through my hair with my fingers before I laid the braid down. The other drawers were full of beauty products I'd never used, including a massive amount of makeup, but I'd only ever used mascara, blush, and lip gloss. I hunted down those items and did my usual simple makeup routine. I thought about playing around with some of the other products when there was a swift, but loud knock on my bedroom door. I nearly jumped out of my towel as I scampered out of the bathroom and to the door. I opened it just a crack and peeked out of it at none other than Levi, standing proud and handsome in a tailored white button up and silky black tie, the same black silk as the dress near the bed. Now I knew why it was put out for me, but he would have to deal with me not wearing it.

"Are you ready or not?" He glanced at his watch. "It's time for dinner and I don't like being late."

I blushed a bit and held one finger up to him, knowing I'd make an embarrassing sound if I tried to answer. He huffed and crossed his arms.

"You have exactly 60 seconds." My eyes went wide and I ran back into the room, failing to close the door, and the draft of the castle pushed it open wider. I dropped my towel on the floor and rushed to the bed, picking up the slightly crumpled dress. I unzipped the back and dropped it to the floor so I could step in. As I bent over, ass up in the air, I heard a throat clear, so I slowly turned my head, to see Levi standing in the doorway, face flushed, and trying his hardest to glance away. My eyes went wide and I wasn’t sure what to do, but apparently my powers did, as a vine from the facade of the castle burst through a window, shattering the glass, and slamming the door shut in his face. So far, these first impressions were not going so well…