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Briseis | The Iliad (prizeofachilles) wrote in paradisolog,

Briseis had always had some way to wash her hair - there had been that, at least. The men wanted them clean and pretty. But it was never good smelling, and it was never conditioner. Many times it was only sand used to scour, and it never did as well as Briseis would have liked.

She took the bottles as the other girl instructed, and smelled them first. It was a lovely smell, like fruit and flowers in a bottle. She was familiar with perfumes, of course, and had even put them in her hair on occasion...but this was an entirely different thing.

She put on the shampoo first, working it into a lather as she'd seen the other girl do. It felt lovely, as did the clear water cascading over her nakedness. She wouldn't have cared if the other girl was staring at her, but she didn't see it. She was too busy pampering herself for the first time in a very, very long time.

When the shampoo was washed away, she took the bottle of conditioner, and repeated the process. She could feel the tangles disappear under her fingers, and her hair acquire that silky smoothness that the other girl's had. And she couldn't help but gasp a little in delight as she finished and ran her hands through it.

She took the towel and turned back towards her with a smile.

"It's nearly as soft as yours!" She ran a hand over her head again. "My name is Briseis," she replied. "And I think that I am truly blessed to have found you here."