Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-10337166-20150706054658/@comment-26130578-20150708051631

Prism left her uneaten breakfast and calmly headed upstairs, bringing her weapons with her. She entered the bathroom, turned on the water to heat up, and proceeded to undress from the little clothing she had on.

The shower felt like a blessing. Hot water poured over Prism, cleansing the filth she felt inside and out. The heat and steam helped clear her head, so she used the time to reflect.

''This is strange. I never expected something like this to ever happen. ...He admits to liking me. At least he seems honest enough, not like every man who approaches me for my looks. Well, he's good-looking, for one thing, and he seems smart and kind for is age. That's definitely a plus... What am I thinking? I was drunk- ...Would I have even kissed him if I didn't like him from the start?''

After washing off with one of the scented soaps in the shower, Prism stepped out into the steamy bathroom, took a clean towel from a nearby cupboard, and carefully dried off her soaking body before wrapping the towel around her dripping hair. It was then she realized her oversight: she had no clothes to change into. She cracked open the bathroom door and called, "Um, Vermont? Are my clothes dry? If so, would you please bring them up?"