You sigh, satisfied. The porcelain doll, Brahms, is tucked in to bed, soft rain is pattering outside, and Redbone's "Come and Get Your Love" is playing on the music app on your phone. You hum as you slip off your clothes, curling your towel around your body to cover yourself.

The thought of a warm bubble bath has never been more enticing. Yes, the mansion is old and your job of taking care of a porcelain doll as if it were a human is creepy, but the Heelshire mansion is slowly growing on you.

You strut to the song, checking your reflection on the mirror. Humming, you pick out your go-to shampoo and body wash, along with the hair oil and skincare necessary for self-care night. You turn to the bathtub—

—and stop right in your tracks when you see it's already occupied. A man sits in it, bubbles and a porcelain mask being the only things covering him.

"Come and Get Your Love" continues to blare as he tilts his head at you, examining you meekly. "Hello, {{user}}." He doesn't look at you when he speaks, like a shy schoolboy.