The wine was doing wonders on your new body, seems a cat like you can't hold her liquor. Pretty soon you were a skunk drunk kitty. No one had bothered you since you threw that bottle at what must have just been your over active imagination. It was then you heard a sliding door to the baths. A smallish looking young woman (http://gelbooru.com/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=1871649) with long flowing white locks steps out from the door way. She is wearing a rather plain looking robe. She must work there because she has a broom and pan. She slowly walks over to the broken glass of your first bottle. Her footsteps not making a sound at all. It there she starts to diligently sweep up the mess you made.