Ah... hot water

At Night’s Watch, people only bathed to avoid having to deal with skin diseases that were transmitted by dirt, because the feeling was horrible (even for those who didn’t have their butt inspected at all times). The water left in your hair and the moisture left on your skin only served to make you feel colder when you left the bathhouse. Luckily you didn't have any disgusting hairs scattered around your body, except on your head, but these were cute and warmed you up, so that wasn't a problem for you.

You started by rubbing your chest with a big rustic brush, made with oak and the coarse hair of an animal you didn't know, soaked it in sparse soap (which was actually some kind of animal lard elixir and essences that Maester Avamys made with his own hands), which was not smelling good, but neither smelled bad, its purpose was only to remove germs and avoid spreading diseases throughout the Castle. That brush irritated the skin and made it red, but the soap made it look less worse. Right now, you were alone in the showers, and it's great when that happens. You remembered when you lived with your mother, when you still had privacy and freedom, and you bathed in hot water almost every day. But there was no point in remembering the good things... now you live on the Wall, with Night’s Watch, in Castle Black. And nothing would change that. Nothing?... You thought, sad. Maybe mom will ever be able to prove that I'm innocent... she can't have believed that story. I? Killing prostitutes? Me... killing someone? I had known that girl for years... she was a colleague, both personally and at work.

Speaking of killing... the day was coming and you knew it. Someday you would have to kill a wildling in a confrontation. But what if I could make them my prisoners? Neither! You didn't have the strength to do that. What am I going to do then?... What you're going to do is rub yourself. There is no time to think about these things. Just go ahead, and something will happen.

And you continued. With the brush, you rubbed your torso, legs and back. Then, with a torn, soapy cloth, you rubbed your feet, between the toes, the inside of your leg, your groin, and your bottom. There was still time for you to give a gentle massage to your beautiful feet, immersed in hot water. You knew you couldn't do that if were others there, they would say you were a sissy and insult you to ****. Good thing there were no windows there and nobody saw you, but the massage was very good! And you were feeling more comfortable now, and more confident. You smile to yourself.

This bath did you good!