Problem?

The **** girl takes a small cloth and dips it into the pool, pouring some scented soap into in and rubbing it until it starts foaming. She steps into the pool next to her, holding the cloth above the water. “Turn around, please.”

The soap smelled heavenly, of sweet fruit from a distant land, reminding her of a summer day spent on the side of a river. Hands touch her back, the soft cloth gently rubbing the soap into her shoulders’ skin. “When’s the last time you’ve washed?” The second girl asks, with a sneer.

“Before I was taken to the slaver. Which I’m guessing was a few months ago.”, Helen look over at her, “If you have a problem with me, please just tell me.”