fresh out of the worst ablution trap session i've ever been a part of. [A mirror selfie is uploaded. The block is mostly steamy. It is an immaculately taken care of ablutionblock. The object of the photograph, Bucket/The Nameless, stands in the mirror with towels wrapped around her chest, and in her hair. She seems to be accentuating her, admittedly, meager chest with one arm holding up the rumble spheres underneath. The other hand is holding the palmhusk in front of her face. Against the dark tinted ancestral carapace, there are dozens of battlescars, and a tattoo of a scuttle bucket atop her left shoulder. Her claws are all painted rust red, save for the middle prongs which are both jade. There seems to be ceremonial bands on her digits as well. The mirror has suffered something, a kiss from her once-painted lips leaving behind a rust mark. The kiss lies atop what seems to be an impact point. Purpleblood lays in the nearby indentations and cracks. Smudges of white Honkkultist makeup streak down the glass. Wandering gander stalks would then find themselves looking in the background for features. There seems to be a subjuggulator's broken clubs resting against the back wall. Upon finding the ablution trap, one would see it stained in rust and purple.] #suggestive #violence #nsfw