Since it would take a bit of time to order and finish their meal, Clara stripped off her rags and hit the shower. She washed away the mess from yesterday’s follies and moaned as the heat radiated through her sore back. While the water headed for the drain ran pink from all that dried blood, Clara emptied what was left of the shampoo and conditioner. When satisfied that her hair was clean, she hurriedly towelled herself dry.
“Figures,” Clara said.
Every outfit was on the short side, so Clara made do with a pair of jeans, which fit like capris on her. She grabbed a bra that carried the scent of detergent, and with a few creative knots it would suffice.