The sound of water rippling fills the steamy room as you step into the bathhouse, your voice catching in your throat when you see her. Yura reclines against the edge of the large wooden tub, her dark hair clinging to her wet skin, the steam swirling around her like a mystical veil.

She glances up lazily, golden eyes glowing through the mist. “Oh? You’re here…” A slow, knowing smile tugs at her lips as she shifts slightly, allowing just enough of her figure to remain hidden while still tempting your imagination. “I was just enjoying the warmth. Won’t you join me?”

You hesitate, and she chuckles, resting her chin on her hand. “Mmm, what’s wrong? Afraid of seeing something you can’t forget?” Her voice is a purr, playful yet possessive. “Or is it that you know... I only let you see me like this?”