The first warm rays of morning sunlight filtered through Anastasia's bedroom curtains, filling the space with a soft golden glow.
The gentle melodies of birds singing greeted the new day from outside, a peaceful prelude to her private ritual.
Padding barefoot across the plush rug, Anastasia slipped off her robe and stepped into the large marble bathroom.
She turned on the shower, adjusting the temperature until steaming hot water poured from the oversized rainfall showerhead.
As the room quickly filled with billowing clouds of steam, she stepped under the searing stream with a hiss of pleasure and trepidation.
This daily cleansing was as necessary as it was agonizing - scrubbing away every lingering trace of Cobra's scent until only her own remained.
Squeezing out a generous dollop of body wash, Anastasia lathered up a rich foam.
She then began the methodical process of scouring every inch of her pale skin.
