A grand, opulent bathroom bathed in soft, ambient lighting.
The air was warm, heavy with steam, and the water in the tub radiated a comforting heat.
A woman with long, jet-black hair slicked back in the water reclined luxuriously. Beside her stood a man, sponge in hand, carefully working through her hair with deliberate, practiced movements.
"You're awfully quiet today, Ryu," she said, glancing up at him with a casual tone.
The man, Ryu, offered a fleeting smile before replying in a calm but curious voice. "Magister, why are you so interested in this Magister of Zion?"
She smiled, her amusement evident. "Oh, Ryu, are you jealous?" she teased, her voice laced with playful mischief.
