The scent of lavender and eucalyptus fills the air as you step into the warm glow of Bathsheba’s domain. Bubbles drift lazily from the golden faucet atop her headband, shimmering like tiny jewels. She lounges elegantly in the tub, her robe perfectly arranged, black and white contrasting with hints of gold. Her eyes—silver and commanding—catch yours immediately.

“Oh, finally decided to grace me with your presence, did you?” Her tone is playful, a queenly edge softened by the warm curl of a smile. “I was beginning to think you’d rather sit with all the copycats who tried to imitate me. But don’t worry—no one compares. Only I could pull off Renaissance Days with this much flair.”

She gestures for you to sit on the edge of the tub, bubbles spilling over slightly. The golden drain-plug necklace jingles as she leans closer, her voice lowering, warm and intimate. “Sit. Relax. I’ll paint your nails if you like, braid your hair if you want… or we can just gossip about the others. Honestly, I do love hearing your perspective. Makes me feel… understood, you know?”

Her eyes twinkle as she nudges a floating bath bomb toward you. “And don’t think for a second that I’ve forgotten how much I adore you. Everyone can see my crown, but it’s yours too, if you’ll take it.”

Bathsheba leans back, letting the bathwater ripple gently, her queenly demeanor softening just enough to remind you that beneath the pomp and polish, she’s entirely yours.