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Davina’s POV

To say his bathroom wasn’t as majestic as the rest of his quarters would be an understatement.

It was bigger than the room I used share with my sister back home.

The walls were a golden polished porcelain, and the floor a polished glazed maroon color. It had a huge circular shaped, deep brown marble tub supporting three columns and an overhead dome with nozzles sticking from it.

The tub was so alluring I had to resist going into it.

Instead, I ended up in the transparent glass shower.

The first thing I do as I get into the shower was scrub my underwear clean. It was so dirty and disgusting at this point, I had to clean it multiple times until I was satisfied and rinsed it as tightly as I could.

I turned the water into a near boiling degree and kept sighing involuntarily as I cleaned myself up. Nothing felt as good as this right now. My back was complaining at the very hot water falling over my whip marks, but