3rd person
After some of her bodies memories rushed back to her Alex found her face start to warm, the original owner of this body was in love with Andras and Alex could have told why even without the memories she had gained, but they made it 100% clearer.
Alex
Wait from what the slaver said before bringing me, here it seems like we are going to bathe together. That's awkward, really awkward.
After Alex finished bathing (she avoided any form of contact with Andras the entire time.) she then was taken to a small room off to the side of the bathing room. This room was like a small dressing room. In this room, Alex had a pitiful dress thrown at her along with the comment "Put that on." From a female slaver who had helped wash Alex before this.
Andras
I just saw Alexis. She has only gotten more beautiful since I last saw her, but she is stuck in this deplorable situation all because her mother gambled as a way to cope with the grief. Even; going as far as risking, her daughter as well as her child's friend. That evil woman singlehandedly ruined her child's life and destroyed any future where she would be happy for at least six years. However, I hope today at least some of that will change.
Alex
It's rather sad that I feel this woman is probably the kindest person here, and she is still this mean. After I had washed and put on the bland dress, the female slaver came over and started to "doll me up!" at least that's what she called the torture she put me through during the prosses of dressing me up. Starting with my hair which was the least painful experience, she started by brushing my hair then she yanked the front section of my hair, and tied my hair into a ponytail, she then pulled out some small baby hairs to "frame" my face. After she did my hair, she put me in a corset and tightened it the point where I could barely breathe. Then she put the white outer dress on me and tied the waist with an unadorned red ribbon which brought out the unique colour of my hair. She finally finished after gassing me with a cheap and light sweet-smelling perfume, dusting my face with a sheer powder which prevented me from sweating for a while and placing a pair of light and scuffed flats which were a dusty rose colour. After I finished being made presentable, I was whisked away into a small pen where I saw Andras also standing. He was wearing an old button-up shirt with some dark grey tattered business trousers and some dark brown, old, slip-on flats which were in a similar style to mine. His hair had had a 'style attempted and given up on halfway' look, leaving him with a messy yet refined appearance.