At eight in the evening, Amelia was ready to take a bath with her pajamas and shower gel in hand.
As she turned around, she was stopped by Daniel Cooper, "You can't get your foot wet yet, and this environment isn't suitable either. Be good, hold on a bit longer, I'll take you out for a wash tomorrow."
Amelia couldn't be good.
The shower was right inside the restroom. Although the conditions were somewhat rudimentary, for a clean-freak like her, not bathing for two days was already her limit.
"I'm not that fragile, and I've wrapped up my foot. It should be no problem."
Amelia finished speaking and even took her foot out from her slipper to show him.
Daniel Cooper lowered his eyes to look at her petite foot wrapped in transparent plastic wrap, shaking his head, "That still won't do. Once this material is soaked in water, it will fall apart."
Amelia replied, "I've sealed the edges with tape. It won't fall apart."
Daniel Cooper said, "I won't feel at ease unless I wash you."
