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Tiara dragged her aching body toward the bathroom, each step heavy with exhaustion and confusion. As she nudged the door open, her jaw dropped at the sight before her. The bathroom was a masterpiece of luxury, far beyond anything she had ever experienced. It was massive—almost the size of her entire bedroom back home, with every surface gleaming like it had been polished to perfection.
The walls were made of pristine marble, cool to the touch, and the gold accents on the faucets and handles reflected the soft glow of the overhead lighting. In the center of the room stood a large, modern bathtub surrounded by candles—unlit, but clearly placed there with an air of sophistication. There was a distinct scent of sandalwood and something faintly floral, making the atmosphere feel rich and exotic. A Transparent shower cubicle. Everything screaming money
