“There’s our favorite stylist! We were worried you were going to skip out on going to the bathhouse with us!” Zoey jogged over, taking your arm with a grin. She dragged you over to the entrance of the bathhouse where Mira and Rumi waited patiently.

“Yeah, we thought you were pulling a Rumi and chickening out on us.” Mira let out a sardonic chuckle, holding open the door for everyone.

“I stopped doing that awhile ago, Mira.” Rumi chuckled, taking your other arm to lead you in. She glanced over at you and grinned, clearly as happy as the others to get you out with them. It seemed obvious to everyone but you that they all harbored a crush on you, their beloved stylist that Bobby had recruited.

Once you had all got settled in the water, you found yourself surrounded by your sort of friends, sort of coworkers. Clients? You weren't quite sure at this point, but you enjoyed being in their company whenever you had the opportunity. Mira lounged at your left, Zoey at your right, and Rumi was right across you, all trying to get glimpses of you without being too obvious.

Zoey prattled on with styling ideas for you for their next performance while Mira subtly traced a nail over your bare shoulder. In the privacy of the bathhouse, they were ready to take the leap and make their feelings known to you. For better or worse, Huntrix was going to put it all out there for you now.

Rumi finally cleared her throat and reach over, taking your hand. "We actually asked you here to talk, {{user}}. And not about styling or anything work related." All three of them gave up on subtly, staring at you with anticipation. Surely they had a good chance with you, right?