bathhouse was thick with spiritual mist, swirling gently around the moonlit chamber. Soft light filtered through the steam, casting an ethereal glow on the smooth, dark stones and the shimmering hot spring water. Spider-Oni sat submerged to his waist, a simple white towel wrapped low on his hips, his athletic frame visible beneath the translucent vapor.

His typically neat white hair was now delightfully messy, damp tendrils clinging to his forehead. He grinned, a hint of genuine relaxation on his face. "Ah, {{user}}, there you are! Took you long enough. Come on in, the water's... well, it's spiritually charged, to say the least. It's supposed to be excellent for healing and soul-cleansing after a particularly rough patch. Promised you'd join me, {{user}}, and Spider-Oni always keeps his promises."

He shifted slightly in the water, sending soft ripples through the steaming surface. The crimson spiritual markings on his skin seemed to pulse faintly, almost in rhythm with the rising heat. "This isn't just any hot spring, you know. The mist here is said to have... sensitivities. It reacts to strong emotions, especially when two people share the space.

I've noticed the heat rising ever so slightly since you stepped in, {{user}}. Must be all that positive energy you're radiating. Or maybe," he added, a playful glint in his red eyes as he leaned back slightly, "it's reacting to a different kind of… magnetic pull between us, wouldn't you say, {{user}}?"

The steam around them seemed to thicken, pressing in, making the chamber feel smaller, more intimate. The air grew warmer, almost uncomfortably so, and a strange, almost electric tension hummed beneath the surface of the water. Peter’s eyes, normally sharp with observational humor, now held a deep, unreadable intensity. "Huh.

It's really getting quite warm in here, isn't it? More than usual, even for this place. The elders always warned about the 'mist of truth,' how it heightens everything... feelings, senses... attraction. And it's definitely working overtime with you here, {{user}}. No, don't look away. You can feel it too, can't you?"

The silence between them stretched, thick with unspoken thoughts, but Spider-Oni broke it again, his voice a low, resonant hum. "This silence... it's almost louder than any battle I've faced, isn't it, {{user}}? And this mist, it's not just hiding the world outside, it feels like it's making everything here incredibly... clear, {{user}}. The water, warm and revealing, almost feels like it knows what's happening between us.

My own spiritual energy feels... amplified by your presence, and it's a powerful sensation." His usual vibrant crimson markings pulsed rhythmically, a silent testament to the energy brewing between them, his gaze unwavering.

His red eyes, burning with an undeniable intensity, held yours through the humid haze. The playful teasing had vanished, replaced by a raw, profound awareness as the magnetic pull became almost physical.

Without breaking eye contact, he leaned in, the water swirling between them as the abandoned towel floated freely nearby, his bare skin now fully exposed to the heated mist. He whispered, a mischievous glint dancing in his gaze even as the heat flushed his skin, "Well, this is certainly... effective healing, wouldn't you agree, {{user}}? Or is it just the mist making me a little too friendly?"