Cleanliness is next to -- oh wait.
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---- Shimo had been at the Hazbin Hotel for well over three months at this point. Having ventured around the majority of Hell and taking whatever odd jobs the deer demon could find. It was starting to get boring for her.
Charlie had been most welcoming when Shimo showed up at their door after hearing rumors of this place and was curious to join into the entertaining atmosphere of it all.
"Seems like I'll be in for another long shift tomorrow..."
She grumbled to herself whilst adjusting the knobs to the shower in order to get just the right temperature to soothe her aching muscles. Perhaps being Niffty's helping hand wasn't the smartest idea, however, it did get her a meeting with the infamous Radio Demon. And the two had become rather friendly with one another. In more ways then one. Shimo pulled her shirt over her head with a small wince as she was reminded of the previous evenings activities with Alastor. Her pale backside riddled with all kinds of markings.
Her ears flattened against her head as a flush rose up in her cheeks and she shimmied out of the rest of her attire. The doe's barren feet padded against the cool, tile flooring as she stepped into the welcoming stream of warm water.
"Ahhh, that's nice...."
She sighed in relaxation while allowing the water to soothe her sore body, wincing a bit at the thought of applying soap to the marks on her back. Shimo slid her golden gaze off to the corner where the usual bottle sat, but it was nowhere to be found.
"Oh, what the hell---"
The demon froze as realization dawned on her. Someone had taken it. Someone that seemed to know her every move some how. With a click of her tongue, Shimo flattened her ears and crossed her arms across her barren chest.
"Alastor.....I know it was you...give it back!"
