First Glance: A Virgo bathroom. Some where out of sight are the scrubbing mitts, steelo pads for when there is a lot of guilting residue to exfoliate.
It smells clean, of cypress and S.L.S. free simple face cleanser, no make-up for our Virgo has NOTHING to hide.
The bath is clean, the walls are white. But then think again; could a Virgo stand the slight vibe of rust and inefficiency emanating from the scales? Would a real Virgo not desire a fat monitor-bone density-weight checking automatic-corrective-nagging machine? One that preferably texts automated “lay off the bread” messages to remind you of your goals that day?
And would a proper Virgo be happy with the mirror propped against a wall like that? The floors not polished? So this room could actually be a secret Sagittarian bolthole on the outskirts of Prague, where the Sagg is attending a festival, giving a lecture and competing in a couple of water polo events.
Or am i off-track? Thoughts?