Odette stared down at her dress, smoothing it across the edge of the bath as she listened to him.
'So I've heard .. but then if that was true you wouldn't have slept with me and countless other women in here,' she said, refusing to turn back and look at him, 'what does that word actually mean to you Sinbad .. what does it mean to any guy in here .. stringing people along and not caring who gets hurt along the way!' she paused, realising she was shouting as images of herself, Jane and Pocahontas came to mind, they had all gotten hurt because of someone saying they loved them and then giving that love to someone else, 'that kind of betrayal is the worst kind of pain .. but why am I always the other woman .. I know I don't help myself .. its my own fault but .. I wouldn't have been here if it wasn't for him .. he promised he'd always be there and now .. with her ..' she stopped talking again, realising that she had started rambling, talking about things that didn't even have anything to do with Sinbad.
She stood in silence for a few minutes before slowly picking up her dress and putting it on again, not caring that it was still damp .. and still lightly stained with Pocahontas' blood.
