Everyone moved through their daily lives, unknowing of the woman that had no idea of where she was. Actually, they didn't seen to notice much of anything. They didn't notice that no one was leaving, simply taking their bath, coming out when they were done to get dressed, buying another bath, then repeating the process. Again and again and again, as if the activity of bathing was wiped from their minds as soon as they were done. Not that they could leave if they wanted to, because there was a force field keeping them in, trapped. It was like a wall of solid air that circled the building, you could see the forest surrounding them, but you couldn't move through it.<br/><br/>If she tried to get help from the other people there, she'd find none. Everyone completely ignored outside stimulus, unless it was focused on bathing or sex. They had no idea that they were stuck in an unending cycle, of which was nearly impossible to escape.<br/><br/>Every so often, the entire boathouse would shake violently, as if something below were ramming against the wall. The shaking was so bad it was enough to knock people to the ground. But no one gave it a second thought, as if it were completely normal.<br/><br/>There was another odd thing, if someone were to really pay attention. The women would leave the bathing room, going through a door in the corner that was just a little darker than the rest of the building. They would go down the stares, only to come back up shortly after, covered in nasty bruises. They'd simply return to their cycle, as if nothing happened.<br/><br/>Eventually, a man would approach Kara, his outfit striped white and yellow to match the decor. He smiled, his brown eyes sparking with a dark light through the matching wavy hair that fell in front of his face, "It does seem you are lost, m'lady. Perhaps I could offer assistance?" he was the only one not to focus on bathing or sex, the only one to notice there was a person that might need something.