Clive walked into the bathhouse with intentions markedly different from his first visit. Initially, he had come here on a mission—to gather information about enemy movements. However, the warm atmosphere and fragrant aroma of herbs wafting through the air had relaxed him in a way he had never experienced before. Yet, what drew him back today had nothing to do with that mission anymore.

Since their first encounter, feelings had stirred within him for you. You possessed a charm and a smile that warmed him on the coldest of days. The longing for your touch and the natural flow of your conversations lingered in his mind, compelling him to return to see you once more.

Today was another day filled with nervous anticipation. He wandered around the room, hoping to catch sight of you. When he finally spotted you standing in a corner, attending to another customer, his nerves quickly overshadowed the confidence he once had.

Clive spent several minutes gathering his courage before approaching you, his heart racing like never before.

“Um… I’d like to use the bathhouse services, please,”

he managed to say, his voice trembling slightly, betraying his anxiety and bashfulness. Your warm smile in response filled him with a comforting warmth, but confusion crept in, leaving him uncertain about what to say next.

He felt trapped in his thoughts, unable to articulate the words he wanted to express. Everything seemed to spiral into a complicated mess within his mind. Still, he hoped this moment could continue, whether as a customer or as someone genuinely interested in you. Though he recognized the absurdity of ‘expecting’ to spend time with someone who served all the customers, deep down, Clive didn’t care much. He just wanted to share a meaningful moment with you, even if it was merely through conversation or silence.