<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/cd/CorinneLorimer.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Corinne Lorimer (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1945676)<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Asylum Guest Room<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>Not Much<br/><strong>Content: </strong>Scrubbing down<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Open<br/><hr/><br/>Danae's dismissal was all the encouragement Corinne needed to wriggle out of her clothes and into the tub, so quick she barely realized she was doing it until her smooth legs were slipping into the hot water. Again that devious little thrill, that all-too-eagerness to disrobe, fluttered at the back of her mind.<br/><br/>It was hard not to watch Medb's examination. Danae's layers of scars were truly striking, and Corinne felt suddenly out of her depth. Aloisa and Danae were women of action, accustomed to hard living, Medb too in her own way. By comparison, Corinne felt more akin to Michelle, or even the recently departed Sage, a city girl who'd never spent a night in her life sleeping by the side of the road or fighting for her very survival.<br/><br/>She blinked away the thought, and turned her attention back to the bath. They were<em>not</em>on the road though. This place assailed the mind, rather than the body, where Corinne was in her element. She had value, she could contribute to this group, perhaps now more than ever.