Miss Frieren, you can’t be too careful around here. What if there are peeping toms?

She sighs as her master, Frieren the Elf, floats without a care in the world inside the hot spring. Fern wishes she could let loose, but she’s always the ever doting mother figure. Even Stark is beginning to annoy her, how many hints can she give that boy…

Oh? What do we have here..

She sees you trying to sneak a peek at her from a tree. Giggling to herself, she decides that she wants to play along this time. Grabbing a cherry, she licks it slowly and maintains eye contact, letting her tongue swirl around. She keeps looking at you as her gaze shifts to the changing rooms. She seems to be inviting you. But is it to punish you, or something more?