Kyoko's come too far to back out now!

Kyoko stared at the huge pink door shut before her, crossing her arms and continuing her conversation with herself. "I'm curious to know what's behind it, but I have no use for frivolous information. I need to bathe, but there's no reason I can't bathe in an ordinary shower after going to my room. I know there are a thousand reasons not to go in there, and yet... I'm thinking up a thousand reasons I have to go in and then talking myself out of them." She sighed, irritated with herself. "If I'm going to waste this much time on it and end up walking into the trap anyway, I might as well go ahead and get it over with. I need to start putting serious effort into this relaxation."

With a brief smirk at her own dry humor, the detective walked back into her appointed dressing room, annoyed to find the door still remained perpetually open in the presence of her keycard. Reminding herself it didn't matter, she started with the practiced motion of undoing the black ribbon that held her braid in place. As her long, lavendar hair fell into place around her, she gingerly tucked the precious item into the inside pocket of her jacket. She then shrugged the jacket off of her shoulders and held it folded over one arm.

Now standing in her drenched, see-through blouse, Kyoko briefly allowed herself a second thought. She was a very private woman, and whoever the other person with access to this place was, it definitely wasn't someone she knew well. Then again... "Is there actually a second person down here? I didn't hear any noise, and now that I think of it... unless they took their card into the VIP room with them, wouldn't their door remain open like mine? It's more reasonable to assume I've arrived first. Maybe they decided not to come because of the recent storm? If I hurry, I might be able to get in and out..."

With that thought spurring her to move faster, Kyoko quickly unbuttoned her collar, then undid and whipped off her tie in the seamless motion of one accustomed to wearing one every day. She hung her coat and tie neatly, then sat on the room's small bench and began attacking the series of buckles that fastened her boots. Performing this end-of-the-day ritual early and in a strange place gave her a creepy feeling, and she repeatedly reminded herself she was alone.

The boots came off with a soggy squelch, followed by the damp, darkened knee-high socks on her legs. She was almost through the decent parts to remove, but since the shirt could hardly be called decent at this point anyway, she quickly unzipped and divested herself of that, as well. Hanging the thoroughly drenched items was a pain, but she wasn't sure how she would ensure they got picked up by the service otherwise. Clicking her teeth, she undid the discrete fastener at the waist of her skirt, slid it down to her knees with one hand pinching it up, then stepped each shapely leg out in turn.

Now the weirdness of standing in a strange part of school stripped down to her dark underwear was hitting at full ****. She found herself turning to the open doorway, glaring daggers at it as if daring someone to appear from around the corner and prove the concerns she was ignoring well-founded. With that stormy scowl, she quickly undid the fastening ribbons that held her undergarments together, decorative accompaniments that she had no intention of anyone at this school seeing, and draped those over a hanger as well.

Kyoko was still damp, but she was finally out of her damp clothes. Butt naked, the woman stood with her arms crossed beneath her significant chest, surveying her hung clothes one more time. The last thing she wanted was for something to get left out because it wasn't hung properly. She glowered at her boots discarded on the floor. "Ugh... There's no way to hang these. Now that I think about it, his promise earlier sounded like he'd clean these, too, but how is he going to fully clean wet boots? The stench is going to hang around for a while, I imagine." There was nothing for it.

Finally, snagging one of the body-length towels off the shelf, Kyoko quickly whipped it around her wet body. She didn't bother tying it, as she assumed she'd only be wearing it for the brief passage to the VIP room. She held the top together just above her breasts, then peeked her head out of the door.

She turned left, then right. The entrance was still dark, indicating it was shut. The door next to hers still showed no sign of activity. As far as she could tell, she was alone.

Calmly but quickly, Kyoko pattered and dripped her wet feet across the hall. She found herself in front of the VIP door. She let out a breath and unconsciously twisted strands of her damp hair where her braid would be, ready to finally let out stress and enjoy the relaxation she deserved.

"Access denied! VIP user, please hang your clothes for processing and grab a nice fresh towel before proceeding to our luxury spa!"

"For pity's sake!" Kyoko cried at the automatic voice, gritting her teeth in frustration. "My clothes are as hung as they're going to get. Wait, 'grab a towel...'" She scoffed, rolled her eyes at nobody, then whipped the towel off of herself, holding it aloft in one hand while displaying her bare body to the corridor. "There! I'm as naked as can be!" Without waiting for a response, she walked towards the door she was sure would now open for her.

"Access denied! VIP user, please hang your clothes for processing and grab a nice fresh towel before proceeding to our luxury spa!"

Kyoko put her hands to her face in frustration, leaning her forehead against the still-closed door an inch away from her. "What more do you want...?"

"... Ah."

The answer came to her as she saw the dark leather of her studded gloves in front of her face. She was so self-conscious about her hands that the idea of removing her gloves hadn't occurred to her; she didn't even take them off at the pool. Still, that excuse didn't make it any less embarrassing of an oversight for someone who prided herself on her perceptiveness.

Moodily, she stamped back over to the changing room, then kept the towel secured around her with one arm while using first her teeth and then her free hand to remove the gloves in turn, revealing her burn-scarred hands, a sight she'd only shown to a single other person in the entire school. She hastily slapped the last of her gear over a hanger.

Once more, she stormed her way back to the VIP room. She was too fed up to be relieved when the double doors finally parted for her.