[ Sanae will do as told, cleaning herself-- and taking her sweet-ass time doing it, too. She's never seen such a bath and shower or heard of all of the scrubs and soaps and shampoo and conditioner. By the time she's done, the entire bathroom is covered in a lazy, thick haze, the mirrors completely fogged, and with a small cloud seeping out of the door cracks. Her skin is flushed from the steam, but having become softer than butter and cleaner than cream, almost glowing after trying out so many soaps. Her hair, too, seems as if it's been pampered in the most luxurious of spas, the long and thick strands actually manageable.
The pajamas she wears come as a lightweight, silver night kimono. It's seemingly waved from water, and the fabric shimmers in the light where it hangs loosely off her body. She wipes the fogged mirror with a small cloth, and when she catches a glimpse of her reflection, she can hardly recognize herself. Do all gods live this luxuriously?
Finally, Sanae emerges from the bathroom, braiding her hair. ] Lu Meng...?
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The pajamas she wears come as a lightweight, silver night kimono. It's seemingly waved from water, and the fabric shimmers in the light where it hangs loosely off her body. She wipes the fogged mirror with a small cloth, and when she catches a glimpse of her reflection, she can hardly recognize herself. Do all gods live this luxuriously?
Finally, Sanae emerges from the bathroom, braiding her hair. ] Lu Meng...?