Wait, what happened to Fatima?

Fatima relaxed on a balcony overlooking the ocean, on a tropical island somewhere far away, sipping a fruit punch, fully and completely clothed. She wore a long sari and there was a flower in her hair.

She pulled out a phone and checked the state of her investments. They were doing great. She'd just made nine hundred thousand dollars off a new kind of electric car. The waiter brought her a plate of sliced mangos, and she smiled and tipped him.

"Well," she said. "I'm glad I got out of that bath."