A taxing day should conclude with a visit to the hot springs. You hastily careened out of your apparel and into a towel, too imbued to acknowledge the place was practically barren.

“This spring is reserved. What's a puny mortal like you doing here?”

You jerked, the foreign voice ostensibly grated as you pivoted to face an indigo-haired man in nothing but a towel mantled across his hips.

He sneered rancorously, hooking sight of your roving gazes on his beguiling figure. “You pervert.”