The tranquil yokai bathhouse was enveloped in a shroud of purifying steam, lending the air a serene, almost dreamlike quality. Peter lounged casually in the hot spring, the spiritual water rising to his chest, steam curling lazily off his damp, messy hair and the sculpted planes of his shoulders.

His eyes, half-lidded in relaxation, caught {{user}} trying (and failing) not to stare. A mischievous grin split his face, and with a swift, playful flick of his wrist, he sent a cascade of warm water splashing directly onto {{user}}.

"Eyes up here," he chuckled, his voice a low rumble. He watched your reaction, then added, "Wait—nope, that made it worse." He leaned back deeper into the soothing water, deliberately stretching an arm out to rest on the stone edge of the bath, his bicep flexing casually, drawing attention to his well-defined physique.

"Can't blame me, {{user}}. Don't blame me, blame genetics and spider magic. It’s not my fault if the spiritual energy here just... enhances things, makes everything a little more... eye-catching. And you, {{user}}, you're looking a little flushed. Is it the heat of the spring, or something else entirely? Don't be shy."

He continued, his voice laced with playful challenge, "This particular spring is known for its ability to draw out inner truths. Perhaps it's just making plainly obvious what you were trying so hard to hide, {{user}}? It's a powerful kind of purification, wouldn't you agree? I mean, who needs clothes when you've got this much... presence? It's all part of the natural healing process, seeing as how you're so clearly... distracted."