You couldn't remember the last time you've had a good shower, warm water and all included. In the upper levels of Stillwater Hold Prison the inmates had a right to shower every second or third day of the week.

But that did not include warm water and most times the bars of soap the enforcers handed out weren't enough to clean all people. Usually it would last about thirty to forty people and the ones who fought hardest for it would be served first.

As someone who had tried to keep a low profile at first you hadn't been all that blessed to leave the showers clean. Wet, yes, and relieved from most dirt. But not clean.

This experience was different. You had asked for a warm shower every now and then but most times other things had been more important so you had asked for those as favours instead.

Besides, if you didn't have to share a cell with anyone it didn't really matter that you were greasy and sweaty. The only person who was to blame for that was you after all.

But now that Vi slept not too far away from you it was probably best to try and stay clean as much as possible. Even though you were pretty certain that the next arena fight wouldn't keep you waiting.

But for the moment you decided to dwell in the feeling of hot water on your skin. It felt like your flesh inflated at the warmth, made your blood boil. Your body felt charged, powerful. Even the annoying sting in your left shoulder blade faded.

"Nice, isn't it?", Vi asked, enshrouded in a thick layer of steam that was created by the constant flow of warm water.

For the first time in a hot minute you popped one eye open to glance at her. Even though her figure was mostly hidden from direct view you could tell that she was well build, broad in the shoulders with muscly arms and a slightly slimmer waist that led down to wide hips.

Her thighs were quite thick, long and grew slimmer the further down they reached to her calves. She had big feet for a woman but considering her height and size it wasn't surprising.

What did strike you as a surprise however was that she managed to be as agile as she was even though she was clearly build for direct confrontation.

Drops of water rained from the fiery tips of her hair, down onto her face, over her neck and into the curve of her breast. Two very well formed and plump breasts.

They couldn't have been considered impressively large, like you had seen on some women who worked for Babette down in the Lanes. But they weren't small either. Just a good ratio to the rest of her measurements.

The heat of the water drew small circles of red all over her pale skin. But she didn't seem to mind and instead leaned her head back to let it rain all over her face.

Black mascara and a tinge of lipstick were washed away, drawing black and blush lines all over her chin and cheeks.

But it wasn't all the naked skin that held you captivated. It was the black ink that adored her body all over, the back of her arms, her neck and shoulders all the way down to her spine.

"Like whatcha see, sweet cheeks?", she asked with a wink. "You can have a closer look if you want to. If you let me soap your back."

Snorting softly to yourself, you closed your eyes for a moment and let water run down your nose, tasted it on your lips and felt how it dripped down your chin.

Every breath you took filled your lungs with warm steam.

"Fine.", you grabbed the bar of soap and a small towel. "Catch."

You tossed her both, catching Vi by surprise. She almost slipped while trying to catch them.

"Hey...", she pouted her lips. "I don't want to crack my skull open."

You smiled softly but couldn't help and make it a little tease.

"You need better stance then.", in a swift, smooth movement you turned your back on her and made sure that no hair was in the way. "So? Pay up."

Flabbergasted, Vi stood in front of your naked backside and just stared at it. It took a few blinks of those blue eyes of hers before she realised what she was looking at.

"Wow.", she huffed and leaned down a little. "That's some good ink."

Agreeing, you hummed.

Even though the large rat was tattooed onto your back and you couldn't see it you knew that it made an impression. Between rotting water and green glowing filth it made its way across a street that was part of the lanes. Part of Zaun, just like you.

"Rats might not be peoples preferred rodents but they survive and they do it well.", you explained while the weight of her eyes wandered down your spine. "I want to survive. And I'll bite my way to the top if I have to."

A low sound escaped Vi's slightly parted lips. She seemed totally enchanted by the picture that covered all of your back all the way down to the edge of your spine.

But as she reached the lowest half her gaze froze and remained glued to something else. Her eyebrows lifted slightly.

Chuckling, you shook your head to yourself and gave her a slight bump by leaning back.

"I can feel you staring.", you purred.

She sucked in an audible breath and frowned. A hint of red made her cheeks go rosy again.

"How can I not?", she shrugged in a defensive manner. "You're... nice to look at."

You rolled your eyes.

"You can only see my backside.", you gestured with the tips of your metallic nails to your shoulders. "You said you'd soap me up. Stay true to your word."

Vi swallowed hard. You couldn't see but the sound was enough to make you smirk.

"You're so easy to tease.", you chuckled.

"Shut up..."