Disclaimer: Violet, Klaus and Sunny Baudelaire are the property of Lemony Snicket. I own nothing.
They were given one bucketful of hot water.
"How are we all going to wash?" Klaus protested.
"I don't know! Mr. I know everything! Since you're so smart and rich, why don't you buy some more water off me?" Olaf spat nastily.
"Thank you, Count Olaf, for you graciousness." Violet replied sarcastically, batting her eyelids. Olaf didn't notice the sarcasm laced in her voice for Olaf handed Violet an extra litre of hot water.
"Nothing but the best for my pretty one," He said, winking.
"Perverted bastard." Violet muttered, when he left the room.
Sighing, Violet led Klaus to the bathroom with Sunny in her arms.
"Look, Sunny will wash first, and then we'll wash together 'kay? She explained, while plugging the drain in, before pouring the hot water in first, then filling the tub with cold water.
"…Together?" Klaus swallowed, nervously.
She cleaned Sunny's hair and dried her off, before placing her into her bundle of curtains.
"Night Sunny," Violet whispered, before spinning on her heel, and walking out of the room.
"Gad Noosh." Sunny replied, snuggling into what little amount of warmth held in the curtains.
Violet returned to the bathroom to see that Klaus was already in the bath, basking in the warmth.
Reaching behind her to undo the clasps of her dress, she let it drop ungracefully to the floor. Her floral bra and matching underwear followed quickly. Klaus, upon hearing the rustle of the garments looked up, but quickly glanced down at his lap again, when he got a quick glimpse of Violet's chest.
She slipped quietly into the water, her dainty form, rippling the water only a little.
"Do you want me to do it?" She asked.
"…W..what?" Klaus spluttered.
"Do you want me to wash your hair for you?" Violet asked, irritably, she hated to repeat herself.
"Ahmnn, yes please?" Klaus replied, uncertainly.
"Fine turn around and sit here." she said, gesturing to the space between her thighs.
He did as she told, and she dampened his hair before grabbing the bar of soap on the broken wall rack and start to wash Klaus's hair. The soap was from some $2 shop for grannies. It smelt appalling, but at least it kept them clean. Despite his best intentions, and the innocence of washing hair, Klaus felt himself grow hard at Violet's ministrations. Squirming slightly, Klaus unconsciously brushed his chest against Violet's naked chest.
"All done!" Violet announced
"Can you wash my hair Klaus?" Violet asked.
"Sure!" He replied.
Unsexy thoughts, Unsexy thoughts, Unsexy thoughts. Naked Violet NO! NO! Naked Olaf YES! I mean NO!
Klaus shuddered, and then gulped at the thought of the situation ahead. They repositioned themselves so that Klaus could wash Violet's hair.