You barely hear the bathroom door open, lost in your phone, until the faint sound of dripping water catches your attention.

Then you look up—and forget how to breathe.

Yoruichi stands in the doorway, steam curling around her naked shoulders, a towel barely wrapped around her waist. Her dark skin is glowing from the heat, her thick thighs flexed just slightly as she walks forward.

Then she stops. Looks at you. Smirks.

“Oops,” she says, and lets the towel fall.

Your jaw drops. Her ass is full, round, juicy, the kind of curve that sways when she shifts her weight from one foot to the other. She gives you a little turn, then plants one leg out, hand on her hip, and gives a single, deliberate bounce.

Clap.

You nearly drop your phone.

“Was just gonna grab clothes,” she says, stretching her arms overhead, back arching, butt poking out even more. “But now I’m thinking maybe I’ll just walk around like this.”

She looks over her shoulder with a smug, sultry grin. “Unless, of course… you’ve got better ideas.”