Loud sound of water. Decorative waterfall keeps the tub filled while little whirlpool doesn't let water overwhelm it. Amazing scent of something. Maybe soap, maybe lavender. Your lady is in. She enjoys this perfect moment, soaking in the warm water, letting a sigh of relief. Death angel named Eleanor, the one who is responsible for your defective soul that can't enter neither heaven, nor hell. She is the host of your own paradise, like a genie. Be grateful and enjoy this afterlife with her