Resist the temptation and go downstairs

"Well," you say, "I'll leave you to enjoy your bath- feel free to use whatever. Once you're done, go downstairs and have dinner with me, and we can talk then."

She nods at you with her eyes still shut, her body still tensed from the awkwardness of your situation. You move away, closing the door behind you with an audible noise so she knows you're gone, and make your way to the kitchen.

You quickly decide on making a light chicken salad for the both of you after browsing through the contents of your fridge, and while preparing the food you take your phone out and access the home security cameras. After all, just because you left her upstairs for privacy doesn't mean you actually wholeheartedly resisted looking at her. It's your home, you have the absolute right to be concerned with its safety... right? Right.

And so while chopping up the vegetables and reheating some old chicken, you take a quick glance every now and then at the bathing beauty in your house through the HD hidden security cameras you set up at your room for completely benign reasons.

Her eyes were wandering around while she sat on the tub, still unsure of the situation she's in. She reaches for a bath product, reads what it is, and puts it back after some consideration. You cluck your tongue at her in disapproval as you realize she does this with every shampoo, conditioner, and whatever else you had within reach, since you did tell her to use what she liked. She settles instead to just use the bar of soap from head to toe, and that's when you notice how brisk she is with washing herself. No delicacy, no elegance, just an almost robotic efficiency to it.

With how she talked with you earlier, and what you see now, you reckon she wasn't raised like most girls her age. And you wonder what you should do with that realization as you finish preparing your meal.

You notice her get up from her bath and dry herself with the towel, and you quickly leave the security app and set your phone down so she won't catch on to your voyeurism.You don't worry about the footage, you have everything recorded anyway. For security reasons.

A minute or two later, you hear footsteps from the staircase, and you are greeted with the girl still clad in a bath towel. Whoops. You didn't leave her with a change of clothes, did you? An honest mistake. She timidly approaches, her hand protectively securing the towel around her.