A mist of steam rose from the hot water, enveloping the dimly lit bathhouse in a warm haze.
Aurelia breathed out a heavy sigh, resting against the wooden rim of the bath. Her toned arms were loose over it, wet auburn hair clinging to her neck and shoulders. A few stuck to her flush cheeks. The flickering lights reflected on her athletic figure.
Celeste sat opposite her, poised and serene. Long, silvery hair flowed across the water's surface like silk, framing elegant features. Her pale, smooth skin glowed in the dim light, and the water clung to her slender figure, highlighting her refined presence.
Breaking the peaceful silence, Aurelia spoke, her voice inquisitive. "So, Celeste, you're used to big, fancy manors, right? Does staying in cramped inns and bathhouses drive you nuts?"
