EXTRA: Meet Jenna Hale, Hiro's soulmate!

The convenience store’s automatic doors slid open with a cheerful bing-bong. Cassandra walked in, still gloriously, unselfconsciously nude. The cool air from the AC raised goosebumps on her damp skin. She went straight to the cooler.

A few aisles over, Jenna Hale stared, her blue eyes wide as saucers.

"W-w-w-what is she...?"

Jenna had been staring at a rack of colorful snack bags, trying to decipher the katakana, when the nude woman entered her field of vision. "H-huh? Huh? U-um..." Water or sweat still clung to her in places, highlighting the curves of her small breasts, the cut of her abs, the incredible shape of her rear.

The blonde looked around but there was no one other than her to look at this.

Who was this blonde? This was Jenna Hale, a small town farm girl. Didn't have much money in her pockets nor did she have a boyfriend or a friend to travel with. She took insurance payout from her parent's **** to travel the world. So here she was in Tokyo and like any good tourist wanted to experience the culture. She wound up here at an onsen. She hadn't even entered the premises, having been distracted by the store.

And yet nudity met Jenna faster than she expected.

She was rightfully fucking MESMERIZED by the confidence and attractiveness of this girl. Jenna, in her modest sundress and cardigan, suddenly felt like a bundled-up child. She ducked behind the snack aisle, her heart pounding. She peeked around the corner. The woman was now at the counter, placing a large bottle of water in front of the same stunned cashier. She was saying something in halting Japanese, her voice low and calm.

“Kore… kudasai.”

The cashier, an older man, just nodded dumbly and rang it up, his eyes fixed resolutely on the register screen.

Jenna scurried to the end of the aisle, closer to the counter. She leaned toward the cashier as the woman took her water and turned to leave.

“Excuse me,” Jenna whispered, her voice squeaking. The cashier jumped, finally tearing his eyes away from the retreating form. “Who… who is that?”

The cashier blinked, then shrugged helplessly. "Customer from onsen." His English was bad so he couldn't explain any more.

"W-wow..."

Walking naked like that, ass cheeks out, pussy out...what an inspiration...! A-and she didn't look weak either! She was womanly and yet strong! Like, anyone could see those toned arms! They were like a volleyball player's in the Olympics or something!

Hot, hot, hot!

So cool!

Before she could talk herself out of it, Jenna hurried after her. The automatic doors opened just as the woman was about to step through.

“H-hi!” Jenna called out.

Cassandra stopped and turned. Her expression was neutral, watchful. Her eyes, a deep brown, scanned Jenna in a single, quick flicker. Jenna felt utterly seen, assessed, and filed away in an instant.

“Hello,” Cassandra said.

“I, um… I saw you in the store. I’m new here. Jenna.” She stuck out her hand, then realized she was offering a handshake to a naked woman and blushed furiously.

Cassandra looked at the hand, then reached out and shook it. Her grip was firm, dry, and warm. “Cassandra.”

“Wow, cool name. I, uh… you’re just so… confident!” Jenna blurted out, immediately wanting to die. “I mean, going around like that. It’s really cool.”

"Thank you."

Nothing else to it. Just thank you.

"A-actually, I'm a Playboy Bunny model, so, erm...wow. I just, uh, I didn't realize Japan was so..." Jenna was rambling and laughing. "It's so cool! Haha..."

"Okay." Cassandra was confused why she was still talking. "Playboy...?"

"I-it's a magazine! Makes good money and stuff! I did bikin stuff, but uh..." Why was Jenna even telling her this? "A-anyway, it's my job!"

"Okay. Cool."

"Right! Yeah! Totally.” Jenna nodded vigorously. “I’m going to the onsen too. The, uh, women’s side, I mean. Maybe… we could go together? If you don’t mind? I don’t really know the routine.”

For a long moment, Cassandra just looked at her. Jenna was sure she was about to be politely, coldly dismissed. But then Cassandra smiled and gave a single, small nod. “Okay! Follow me.”

Relief and a giddy excitement flooded Jenna. She fell into step beside Cassandra, trying to match her relaxed pace. She was hyper-aware of her own clothed body next to Cassandra’s nude one. “So, are you here on vacation? From the States? Or just really good at English?" While Cassandra was curt, she didn't speak with a thick, heavy accent like most of Tokyo. It was an easy deduction.

“Yes. With my boyfriend. You?”

“Just me. Traveling. Seeing things.” Jenna’s voice softened. “After… well, after some stuff back home.”

Cassandra glanced at her. That dark gaze felt heavy. “I see,” she said, and Jenna had the strange feeling she actually did.

They walked the short distance to the onsen entrance. Cassandra pushed open the wooden door to the women’s changing room. It was a serene space of polished wood and woven baskets, empty at this hour.

“You undress here,” Cassandra said, stating the obvious.

Jenna’s nerves came back in a rush. She’d never done anything like this before. Never been in an onsen or anything.

Undressing in front of her felt different. It felt… exposing in a new way. She fumbled with the buttons of her cardigan.

“You are shy,” Cassandra observed, not unkindly.

“A little,” Jenna admitted with a shaky laugh. “It’s silly. You’re not shy at all.”

“Shy is not silly. It is a feeling.” Cassandra watched her, her posture relaxed. “But no one is here. It is safe.”

Something about the way she said safe—so absolute—calmed Jenna. She took a deep breath, shed her cardigan, then pulled her sundress over her head. She stood in her plain white cotton bra and panties, her arms crossed over her chest.

Cassandra didn’t stare, but she didn’t look away either. Her gaze was simply… present. “You have big boobs."

Jenna yelped. "O-oh. Yeah, hehe. I do." It was why she did magazine covers. She was busty and hot, even though internally, she was more the Studio Ghibli loving girl.

Emboldened, Jenna unhooked her bra and slid her panties down, adding them to the pile on the bench. The air was cool on her bare skin. She felt Cassandra’s eyes on her for a brief second, a glance that took in her DD-cup breasts, her hips, and her pussy. It wasn’t leering. It was just… noting.

“Ready,” Jenna said, trying to sound as confident as Cassandra looked.

Cassandra led her through a second door into the bathing area. It was a stone grotto, open to the night sky, steam rising from a large, rock-lined pool. The air smelled of minerals and pine. And...