You enter a stone room. You see a window. An eletric lamp sits atop a small wooden table next to a goose-down bed. A small hearth sits unused next to a wall. A small rack of wood lays beside it. Flint and tinder are placed on a six-drawered dresser. Half the dresser drawers are empty. In the other half: The top drawer is filled with socks and nightclothing. In the second drawer, you find grey cloth robes. In the third, you find an assortment of perfumes, colognes, soaps, and oils. At the far end of the room is a bathtub.

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Slowly opening the heavy wooden door, Zenith poked her head into the chamber. It was more spacious a room than she had ever called her own and, inevitably, a mischievous smile crept across the delicate features of her face. Stepping into the room, she closed the door quietly behind herself. She noticed that there was an iron bold that she could slide into place as well as a lock to which she did not have the key.
         Turning her back on the door, the red-head gave her attention to the clothing options. Wrinkling her nose in distaste at the grey cloth robes, Zenith dropped the small sack that she had been carying with her onto the floor by her bed. Opening it, she pushed through some of it's sparse contents before pulling out the desired garb. "Much better." She murmured approvingly.
         Smoothing the clothing on to the impossibly soft bed - Zenith was far to used to sleeping on the ground or an unforgiving pallet - she turned to the bathtub at the far end of the room. Green eyes quickly located the towels and she turned on the water, ensuring that it was warm. She gathered up the soaps and oils she wished to use, then her fingers went to the buttons of her once-white, and now pathetically brown, blouse. She slipped out of it the instant the buttons came free beneath her deft fingertips. Her pants and undergarments soon followed, pooling in an abandonned pile on the stone floor.
        The skin that she exposed with each hastily removed piece of clothing was smooth and, though it was no longer tan, it was full of life in it's creamy pallor. In fact everything about Zenith spoke of life; her fiery hair, her quick smiles, her bright green eyes and slender frame. Vampire or no, Zenith was young and full of life.
        A contented sigh escaped Zenith's lips as first one foot, then another, entered the steaming water of her bath. Slowly, she lowered herself into the welcoming warmth, closing her eyes and all of her aching muscles relax. Her head fell back against the side of the tub and her coppery hair spilled over her shoulders. For a moment, she simply absorbed the heat and let it soothe and relax her. Then she began to take inventory of her aches and pains. Though Kendra had healed her as best she could, Zenith's body was still scattered with scrapes and bruises. Gingerly, Zenith scrubbed away the dirt and sweat from the past few days, humming to herself as she did.

When she was finished, her lithe body scrubbed clean, and her hair washed, rinsed and lightly perfumed, Zenith climbed out of the cooling water. Water formed in ringlets in her red hair and made the curls more pronounced. Toweling herself dry, Zenith slipped into her clothing and combed out her hair quickly before tying it back with a simple black ribon.
         Giving herself a cursory glance in the body-length mirror on the wall, Zenith smiled and pulled a cloak out of a closet. Then she crossed the room to the door, disappearing through the doorframe and down the stairs to the tepes castle hearing chamber.