Watson pinched his nose and dived into the hot spring. He reached out and touched the pearly white feet, which immediately shrank back as if they were electrocuted. He found it funny, thinking that Nightingale was too sensitive.
"Who's there?!"
At that moment, a woman's voice echoed from above Watson's head. It reached the water through the surface; his face changed because the voice did not sound like Nightingale's. At the same time, he found another strange thing; Nightingale did not seem to be wearing any clothes. Her smooth feet were connected to her round and smooth calves. On top of that, her plump thighs were crossed, and one could vaguely see her perky buttocks.
It was not just the towel. The woman did not even wear any underwear, which made Watson feel a little incredulous. If that were Nightingale, she would be embarrassed to see him without any clothes on.
If it were not Nightingale, who was that person? Was it the maid who he had dismissed?
