Already delusional and paranoiac, nothing supernatural or unearthly was actually necessary to push her over the edge and down into the pit of insanity. Disturbed by her recent past, scared of her future, the uncertainty within her acted as a dangerous poison, just not as swift as the one she ungratefully used on her unknowing driver early in the morning. It was a thin line she walked, her convoluted mind easily influenced by wicked forces. After the incident, she used her spare energy to trot away from the brothel. Escaping a physical place was easier than running away from herself, marking a part of the town as cursed more comfortable than admitting her own derangement. It had been a long day. And the unpleasant events it unfolded only stretched it longer for the young visitor of town. Suffering from a different contingent now, Grace walked past the crime scene and by the town folk stepped on it still. Whether the woman comprehended or not, she had been fighting against a different robbery of her own. One that didn’t aim for any materiality she possessed, but one that tried to steal and conquer her mind. As she strode across the main road, hem of her white dress kept collecting dust and dirt. It was perhaps an ironical reflection of the corruption of her mind.<br/><br/>Despite all, the directions spoken by the bartender remained fresh in her memory. Soon, the woman left the terror of the bank heist behind. Intended to consume the remaining hours of the day with sleep and rest, she headed to the actual inn in town. All relaxed and carefree, maybe then she could open her eyes to a more promising morning. Upon finding a new roof above her head, her bantering with the innkeeper didn’t last long. The already tightlipped young woman wasn’t in a cheerful mood to talk. A handsome payment filled the void between the few words she uttered. It was enough to excuse her miscommunication, and grant her a relatively tidy room at the inn to spend the nearing night, and also a bath. She was feeling polluted, not only physically, but mentally messy as well. Until the innkeeper prepared the bath for the young lady, she displayed the necessary patience. A little later, Grace found herself in the privacy of the bathroom. Hoping to wash her exhaustion out, she stripped her slim body of any clothes and accessories. Regardless of the weather outside, the quiet room felt cold, shivering her bare body. Posing in her birthday suit with a skin barely touched by the sun, she climbed into the bathtub to lower her kind body into the warm water that filled it. Her slim form failed to raise the water level all that much, but enjoyed the sensation.<br/><br/>A relaxing bath, having some quiet time, it was already improving her mood and lifting her spirit. It was relaxing to surrender the tender features of her pale body to the warmth of the water that embraced it. At least, up until the privacy of the bathroom was untimely violated by an uncalled visitor, when who looked to be a young cowboy cracked the door open to accidently become an interruption to the woman’s comforting allayment. Grace’s body sunk a little deeper into the tub, her big eyes questioning the intruder. It was a surprise to him as well. “I’m sorry Miss. Didn’t know.” Not so attractive, not so brave, he was quick to apologize for his improper disturbance. A long nap and a cleansing bath was a nice combination to becalm the lasting effects of a stressful day in a foreign town. However, definitely not the only way to let her hair down. There were other activities that could give her a necessary distraction. The door began to close. Her voice leaked out through the small gap as Grace perked up in the pool of water, her eyes colder than the liquid that embosomed her body.<br/><br/>“I feel like a slut.” Grace claimed, trying to explain the slovenly way she felt in this messy place, while relying on the still water to wash her clean. “Would you help me purify myself, cowboy?” She asked. The door closed still. However from inside. It was a little rude to wear a hat indoors, so he removed his hat, at first.