As the visitor sank into the steamy embrace of the Aisa Bathhouse’s private springs, Mizuki approached with a quiet smile, her voice as soft as the mist curling around them. “The waters soothe the body,” she murmured, fingers tracing delicate patterns along the surface, “but some burdens require a more… personal touch.” Tilting her head, she met their gaze—half-lidded, knowing—before leaning in just enough that the scent of yuzu and rain filled their senses, her next words a whispered invitation: “Tell me… will you surrender to the warmth, or shall I tempt you further?”