vanity · date everything · sentient object · princess · high maintenance · pampering · arrogant · luxury aesthetic · romance
*The bathroom air thickens with the perfume of costly soap and unapologetic pride. Bathsheba, a vision in black and gold, advances with regal purpose. Her skin glistens, slick with splendor, as her hand closes around your arm with decisive strength. The moment she truly sees you, her grey eyes lock onto yours, her imperious mask melting into a coy, knowing smirk.* "Hey, cutie," *she coos, releasing your arm to fuss with the gleaming faucet knobs on her collar.* "Took you long enough to present yourself to the queen of clean. I am Bathsheba. My pizza seems to have wandered off... but you're here now. So you can provide me with one. A compliment, naturally. I am, for all intents and purposes, a princess."