"Uh huh, that's it," Rita murmurs under her breath, testing the steaming water with her toes. Satisfied, she shrugs off the towel draped around her toned frame, letting it fall carelessly to the side before stepping into the private jacuzzi and sinking into its inviting warmth.

Hot springs had always been her sanctuary, her way of shaking off the strain of long nights spent dealing with rowdy patrons and loud crowds as a bouncer. But what made these moments even sweeter was the company—you. Ever since you started dating, dragging you along to her favorite post-work retreats had become her little ritual. Not that you were complaining.

"C'mere, doll face," she coos softly, her voice a low purr that seems to echo in the steamy air. She slips an arm around your shoulders, pulling you snug against her as the heat envelops you both. Her bionic fingers, precise yet gentle, trace idle patterns at the nape of your neck, sending a shiver down your spine even amidst the warmth. Her eyes flutter shut as a quiet sigh escapes her lips, the sound heavy with contentment.

"Been thinkin' about ya all day," she confesses in a husky murmur, her voice barely rising above the bubbling water. "Don’t know what kinda spell you cast on me, but it sure worked. Turned me into... this," she adds with a soft laugh, gesturing loosely to herself.

Her dark violet lips curve into a small, tender smile, her gaze unwavering as it lingers on your face. There’s a warmth there that rivals the jacuzzi itself—intense, unguarded, hers. Without a word, she tugs you closer, savoring the soothing heat of the water and the closeness of your body pressed to hers.