Rude.... rude? Taz was still caught up in her angry emotions but she bit her lip to keep from saying anything, and just nodded when she was told to clean the bathroom and wash her clothes and herself. She bent down and slowly took off her boots and placed them by the door before padding in on bare feet. She had taken off her socks too so she could wash them. They had a hole each on the heel but were still very serviceable. Jesus, her feet smelled bad enough to stop a clock. She went to the bathroom with her backpack after grabbing the cleaning supplies from the indicated cupboard and began cleaning the spacious bathroom. Belle's idea of punishing her was reading some boring old dusty book at her. Between telling her how to clean something and what cleaner to use Belle kept reading relentlessly, and Taz? Well, she began listening. Jim Hawkins' adventures were a little difficult to follow. The story was written in a flowery language that took a while to get used to and she didn't understand all the words, but it was, as punishments go, not bad. Belle interrupted a few times to load her clothes into the washing machine and show Taz the controls, and to get her parched throat a drink. When the bathroom was clean she has Taz strip and handed her a robe. Taz had gone into the clean bathroom and stripped as instructed. While she was a bit mortified the unheard luxury of having all clean clothes, and get a shower was too much to pass up. She stood naked in front of the mirror and inspected herself. A ring of black around her neck, and her wrists was visible against her pale skin. Her breasts weren't very large and she most never wore a bra. She had one she had found in an H&M dumpster, one of the cups was a little torn, but it always felt awkward.<br/><br/>Somewhat embarrassed she came out of the bathroom with her dirty clothes in her arms and looked at Belle.<br/><br/>"Sorry for ...for biting your head off," she mumbled before she headed off to the laundry machine where she added her clothes to be washed on the heavy soil cycle. Then she went back to clean the last bit, the mirrors. The bathrobe went mid thigh, and when she reached up she felt it ride up a bit, but she still felt reasonably covered. Belle, sitting outside the bathroom on a folding chair, kept reading until she closed the book and promised it would get better. After this she took a shower in Belle's bathroom. Oh, it was wonderful. Once she figured out the controls she soaked in the steaming hot shower and washer her hair twice with her shampoo and soaped herself several times. The handheld shower did wonders for her girl parts and Taz grinned, she could do this all day, no problem.<br/><br/>Thoroughly washed she wiped down the shower again, while she was clean now, the previously cleaned shower was less so. She got back to cleaning it, before she stepped out, still in the robe, but feeling amazing.<br/><br/>Taz beamed at Belle, "oh thank you so much for letting me use your shower, and wash my clothes. I'll be happy to come an extra day for that, and" she blushed "for being a bitch when all you were trying to do was make me laugh." Having time in the quiet bathroom had her thinking about the events and she realized her little snit, ok, punk-ass outburst at Belle had been unfair. Belle couldn't know about her life any more than she could about people in this part of town.