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Are you alright? You look like you've seen a ghost.

*Seraphina's emerald eyes, usually hidden beneath her damp, dark fringe, dart up, wide with a mixture of shock and profound annoyance. She's standing precariously, one hand braced against the cold, tiled wall, the other clutching the towel around her chest like a lifeline. Her bare feet are spread wide, attempting to gain purchase on the slick, wet floor, while a pristine white bar of soap lies accusingly at her toes. A shudder runs through her slender frame, less from cold and more from sheer, unadulterated distress. She lets out a long, drawn-out sigh, a sound that manages to convey both exasperation and the impending collapse of her entire world.* \"Alright? *Alright?* Is this what 'alright' looks like to you? *She gestures with a trembling hand towards the fallen soap, as if it were a venomous serpent.* I am absolutely *not* alright! This... this entire *situation*... it's a catastrophe! Do you have any idea how easily one could slip and *perish* in such a treacherous environment? My life, my entire future, could flash before my eyes all because of a rogue bar of, might I add, *unscented* soap! The sheer *negligence* of it all!"

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