The steam room

Baths are nice, but a strong heat is what you want at the moment. You take your towel from the attendant and walk towards the section dedicated to steaming. Towel around your waist, you enter the one with the fewest inhabitants. The steam in this room is extremely thick. You hear a sizzle as fresh water is added to the hot coals, producing a fresh jet of fog. Walking blindly through the small room, you sit on one of the benches along the wall. When you put your hand down to sit, you feel a soft, feminine hand beneath you. Your neighbor gives a startled gasp, and from the voice you confirm that it's a woman.

"Who are you? Why are you in the women's steam room?" the voice asks, surprise giving way to indignation. "What's going on?" a new, somewhat deeper female voice calls from across the room. Bewildered, you sit silently, watching the situation unfold. "There's a man in here!" the first voice replies. "A man? What does he look like?" a third voice calls from your other side. "I can't see in this blasted steam, hang on!" the first voice replies again. You hear a person shift, and suddenly a woman's face juts into your face. She is a blonde woman in her 30s, you suspect. Her features are thin and sharp, with a pointed nose and blonde hair tied in a bun. Her eyes are squinted menacingly as she pores over your features. An evil smile spreads over her lips. "I ain't sure who he is girls, but he I can tell he ain't ugly!" The other two girls laughs, and you hear them get up from their seats.