Tuesday May 31 *-* Evening Hours *-* After Daily Assignment
Kanako walked into the open bath house at the inn. It was a seperated bath house, males seperated by a huge unclimbable wall from the females. Kanako placed the towel that had been covering her in the basket that contained all the neccessities for her bath. She sat one of the provided stools, placing a small towel over it first for comfort.
She then preceded to take out the pins in her hair holding her hairstyle. She would put them back later. She than began washing her hair, using her favorite hair cleansers, ones she had to make her own discount for.
After rinsing her hair, she than began to wash her body. Running her hand down her chest she thought of how many other people had touched her there and how many more it would be to help her survive.
It had started from her first crush. He showed her the things she needed to know, told her the power she had other guys to earn all the money she would ever need. And it worked. She was still living today, and she had plently to eat. If only her crush would return from his mission. For some reason, as more and more time began to pass, she began to believe that he wasn't coming back, that he had abandon his friends, his family of kids like himself, and her.
Stepping into the bath, she soaked there for awhile, her hair now pulled up as to not touch the water. She stayed there for awhile, floating in the water and reviewing what she would need to pull off to get some money tonight. When it started getting late, she got out, redid her hair, pulled the towel from before around her, and headed out.
She then preceded to take out the pins in her hair holding her hairstyle. She would put them back later. She than began washing her hair, using her favorite hair cleansers, ones she had to make her own discount for.
After rinsing her hair, she than began to wash her body. Running her hand down her chest she thought of how many other people had touched her there and how many more it would be to help her survive.
It had started from her first crush. He showed her the things she needed to know, told her the power she had other guys to earn all the money she would ever need. And it worked. She was still living today, and she had plently to eat. If only her crush would return from his mission. For some reason, as more and more time began to pass, she began to believe that he wasn't coming back, that he had abandon his friends, his family of kids like himself, and her.
Stepping into the bath, she soaked there for awhile, her hair now pulled up as to not touch the water. She stayed there for awhile, floating in the water and reviewing what she would need to pull off to get some money tonight. When it started getting late, she got out, redid her hair, pulled the towel from before around her, and headed out.