The Bath House Owner barged in

Ann felt a weight of dread pulling down at her heart strings as the reality of the situation had set it. Someone had to have taken her clothes, but with what little evidence she had, she didn’t have a single lead.

She began to pace back and forth, holding her towel against her chest. There had to be a way for Ann to escape with her dignity in tack, but with the situation she found herself in she felt hopeless.

Ann sat down, trying her best to stay calm. Next to her was her cell phone. “Maybe someone can help me! Makoto’s in town, right?” Ann thought to herself.

But right as she grabbed her phone, Ann heard a loud thud as the door to the changing room swung open!

Ann yelled in shock, standing up suddenly and clutching her towel against her large breasts.

In front of her was a large, imposing man, standing tall at 6 foot and weighing at least 250 pounds. His face was scrunched up in a grimace, looking at Ann with a fury in his eyes.

“W-What are you doing here? This is the woman’s changing room!” Ann exclaimed. She thought the man was just a pervert wanting to get a good look at some bare naked ladies.

“I own the place! I get to go where I want! Besides, you shouldn’t be here!” The owner said angrily.

“W-What?”

“You think you can just waltz in without paying a single yen? I don’t run a charity bath house you know?”

Ann looked down, confused by his words. She swore she left a sizable tip along with the bath fee on the receptionist desk. Did he miss it? Was he lying?

“But I gave you 10k! It was on the front desk along with the sign!” Ann explained. She was starting to get nervous, stepping back as she watched the man’s anger bubble over.

“I didn’t see no 10k! In fact, the only thing you left was an IOU!” He said as she pulled out a card. It was written with pink marker, in a style not quite like Ann’s writing, but close enough for others to not tell the difference.

“I-I didn’t write that! This is one giant set up!” Ann exclaimed.

Ann was convinced someone was framing her, and she had a hunch that same person is the one that stole her clothes. She felt angry, both at this mysterious clothes snatcher and at the owner for his bone headed belief of her wrongdoing. She had to convince him that she wasn’t pinching him.