Atticus approached the end wall on the right, beside the toilet, where an unassuming door stood. The door parted as he approached, and Atticus's gaze settled on a pristine white, simple portable bathroom.
It was only about 7 x 7 feet and had all the things one would expect in a bathroom.
Without wasting time, Atticus immediately entered, stripped, and quickly took his bath. He was still completely sweaty from his earlier training, and although he still looked good, to him just looking good wasn't enough.
After a few minutes, Atticus stepped out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, leaving his completely toned body on full display.
With a thought, Atticus manipulated the fire element, and the water on his form immediately turned to steam, his drenched snow-white hair becoming fluffy and dry.
Atticus's figure approached the black leather couch in one corner of the booth.