Small and cozy, but dripping with luxurious linens and speckled with ornate fixtures this bathroom is a paradise. The small room is non-traditional in the sense that there is no toilet or sink, only a relatively enormous claw foot tub. The feet are gilded and the tub itself is pristine and white. The wallpaper is floral and warm, the rugs lush, and the mirror flattering.
Bathroom, Inside Tower
choir member
concubine
I am the muse of a poet.  I am open to flattery.  I take advantage of the intrigues of men.
Why is it you are here? I am here for practice, but I have come to use the restroom. Say, you do not look like Mr. Smith's wife... I am not.... Who is mr. smith? The man who lives in this house... you asked why I was here, but it sure shows I should ask you who you are? Why are you here to practice.... Would you not go to the church? Are you seeing Mr. Smith? I will not tell, for I see a poet that lives not far. He holds practice here sometimes, and we gather to discuss issues in the church. I hear he has a thing for young girls in choir robes. It is said they do not wear anything underneath their robes. Easier for him. Lifts robe of choir member! Oh my it is true! Don;t worry I will not tell I am nothing but a choir member, and you are? You seem to be speaking in guilt? Are you his mistress dear lady? Oh my do not turn the tables young girl. You should not be ashamed that you are seeing Mr. Smith That is the last thing I am doing dear. I am happily married with a family of my own, and I love the Lord. Mr. Smith is nothing more than the director of the choir. You surely have seen all the others in here? There are no others.... and if there were... is it going to be an orgy? I heard he likes those too! The town folk gossip about them You are such an ill and evil woman! I will tell the director about you!