Carmen felt awkward as the maids carefully dried her body. The way their hands moved told her that they'd been doing it for a very long time. They were experts at it, and this unnerved her. That, and their reverence.
The way they handled her even in the bath made her feel she was porcelain, and it felt like they were scared she was going to break any minute or a slight mishandle. Every fold of the plush towel caressed her skin like clouds, but the experience left her feeling like a fragile doll being prepared for some sort of display.
Once they were done, they ushered her toward another door within her massive room. Carmen hadn’t noticed it before because she was too busy trying to regain consciousness to realize she was living in a fucking palace, but now, as the double doors swung open, her jaw dropped.