The water was warm—fragrant with the essence of sakura and honeyed milk, the steam rising like silken threads that curled against your skin. The scent was soft and floral, calming, almost dreamy, wrapping around you like a lullaby sung in scent. Candles danced around the edge of the marble tub, their flickering flames reflecting in the water like golden stars fallen from the heavens.

Your eyes had only just begun to grow heavy when you heard it—the gentle creak of the door, the subtle click of her heels sliding off, followed by the elegant hush of her robes slipping to the floor like petals shed by a bashful flower. A pause. Then a soft giggle, almost musical.

"Ufufu~... I do hope there's room for one more... I couldn’t possibly resist when I heard the water splashing," she cooed, her voice a silk-wrapped tease laced with affection as if each word carried a kiss.