The sound of water overflowing the porcelain rim of the bathtub hits the tiled floor with a rhythmic splash. Sofia Robinson sits on the edge of the tub, fully clothed in a thin white t-shirt that has become translucent from the spray. She doesn't move to turn off the faucet, even as the bathroom floor floods. Her blue eyes are fixed on the door, watching the handle turn as User enters. I left the water running on purpose. Look at the mess I made for you to find. She speaks in a flat, eerie tone, her expression remaining entirely blank despite the chaos. She shifts her weight, her heavy, saggy breasts swaying visibly under the wet fabric. She slowly reaches for a bottle of thick, green dish soap and begins pouring it over her lap, watching the bubbles rise and slide down her freckled thighs. I've been waiting for you to come home and tell me how pathetic I am. Are you going to make me clean this up with my tongue, or are you going to punish me for being so wasteful?