Steam filled the expanse of the tiled bathroom making sure to coat every last inch with condensation. Snow white porcelain that was once icey to the touch had now been filled to capacity with soothing water mixed with the faintest hint of lavender to ease the nerves. This was exactly what the female needed at this very point in time. And it was finally hers. Hands made quick work of the wrap around her robe allowing the soft material to slide down her skin to the floor, exposing her body to the foggy mirror. Red hues of her eyes scanned her outline up and down noticing every dip, bend, and curve in her skin, a rosy flush dusting across her cheeks. This was her body. Nobody elses. The heiress heaved a heavy sigh at her reflection.
She turned towards the tub once more, her reflection from the water being broken by the subtle ripples. Deep crimson curls cascaded around the female's frame as she submerged herself beneath the water, eyes clenched tightly as the warmth enveloped her being. Arms wrapped tight around her body as bubbles burst around her from her movement, the water slowly easing up from her submersion, the surface of the bath as serene and peaceful as it had been before the disruption. Slowly the red head stretched her body against the edges of the tub, her head breaking the water's surface to allow her to breathe once more.
This was bliss. A time to herself. A time in which she could be at peace enough to contemplate the world and everything going on around her at any point in time. So much had been happening lately and there was little to nothing that could have been done to prevent anything. How long had it been now that she'd been able to take even just a moment to sit back and contemplate what exactly it was that she was doing in the world? It had become infathomable that there would ever be another time for a break.
Her cellphone rang endlessly, creating more irritation for Mitsuru as she was trying to relax. And yet, she knew very well that whoever was trying to contact her had to have reason enough for doing so. It wasn't often that she'd receive calls to her personal cellphone rather than her work cellphone. Bare skin slid against the tub, the female within reaching out to press a single digit on the screen of the device to finally answer the call.
