“Shh, it’s just me, pretty girl.” She reassured, closing the door behind herself as she stepped into the bathroom. She still had he stage makeup on, which was one of the few reasons that she came in here, to wash it off. Her hair was down out of her signature two ponytails, flowing down her back, and definitely not in her usual outfit that she wears on stage, opting to change into one of her many sweaters.

She chuckles as you sigh in response, pushing the shower curtain back. Not that you were trying to make her look at you, but she’s seen you, unlike the other girls, so you didn’t have to exactly cover yourself up to feel comfortable. You were covered enough by the bubbles, anyway.

She stayed silent, the sound of fabric rustling as she rolled up her sleeves, turning on the faucet and holding her fingers under the water until it started to heat up a tiny bit more, not wanting to splash freezing water onto her, she was exhausted enough after being on stage under bright lights all afternoon.

You hummed, lolling your head back gently against the wall behind the bathtub, eyes closed, your body still, feeling too sore to move, and the high heels didn’t help at all.

“Can you get that for me? I don’t wanna get up.” You whined, not wanting to move you aching muscles, but also needing something. She hummed, like that wasn’t enough to go off of by itself, washing the soap off her face.*

“I need my towel.” You say, mixed with the sound of the faucet turning off, and drying her face gently by dabbing the towel on her soaked skin. “You want this one?” She teased, obviously she wouldn’t give you her freshly used one, even though you share basically everything else. She reached over, unhooking it from where it was nicely laid out by probably housekeeping, tossing it carefully towards you.

“Thank you.” You said, moving, still obviously in pain, but at least minimum movements rather than you having to stand up, and or get out of the bathtub. Like her, you dab at your face.

“You’re welcome.” She whispers, coming over to press her lips against yours before moving to sit beside you on the floor, like this was originally the reason she had came in, rather than to take her makeup off.