The obsidian tiles seemed to have turned slippery as Samantha had issues regaining her posture. The bathing chamber that always emitted a darkness of its own, was brightly illuminated by the candles she had lit around so she could see properly, but now her mindset was starting to crumble with Ivan holding her captive, her lower back resting on the bathroom sink, whilst it left no room for escape, or even a chance to make a slip.