twiststheblade

Goldy smiles contentedly, still playing with those long black tresses. After a minute or two of idle teasing, where the only sounds are the gentle movement of the water and the light prickle of bubbles dying, she selects a raspberry-scented shampoo from the array of products on the far bath edge and proceeds to squeeze some into her palm.

"Alanna said you two had run into each other finally."