Time to undress.

It's an odd thing that the dressing rooms would be separate despite the spring itself being mixed, but two of you pay, and split off for the time being. You could tell how nervous he was. Though you figured you'd be the same, your nerves are surprisingly calm. If anything, you're excited. You originally wondered if you were ready to go naked, but really, it's about whether or not the rest of the people are ready.

Everything is cozy, traditionally decorated, and it feels calm and safe. The dressing room itself is covered in open windows, letting in the rays from the sun, and dozens of small lockers are set up. Near the door, cotton white towels hang for people to use. It seems like you don't even need to use your own. Nobody else is there with you for the time being.

You slip out of your clothes and stow them away. To not accidentally break their traditions, you take one of their towels and drape it over your front. It isn't like you need to worry too much about covering up, considering you'll be bare to the world once you step into the water, but you do so out of modesty.

When you walk out, you feel the hot steam waft over you. The spring itself is built naturally into the rock of the hillside, and is quite large, and unevenly shaped. Amongst the water, there are approximately half a dozen people sitting about, with almost all of them looking quite old. Not far way, an elderly Japanese woman is sitting at a table, clothed, reading a book. You wonder if she's staff. However, closest to you but facing the opposite direction, is Stewart. His towel is folded up behind him. You can tell through the steam by his blond hair, and a glimpse of his glasses over his ears. Slowly, you step your beautiful figure across the wet stone to the edge of the spring, still holding the towel barely over your front.

"You got out here fast," you say.

Stewart turns his head and looks up to you, and his jaw practically hits the water. His face flushes red, and after a moment, he snaps his glance away. "H-Hi there, Alice."

You're a sight to behold to all of those that look. It's supposed to be a relaxing, cultural experience, though the blood pressure of all the old folks as surely increased. To many, you're a dream come true, even if those with their wives would never say so--a perky, gorgeous young woman, with perfect skin and flowing ginger hair, wearing nothing but a towel.

Not for long. You drop the towel to the ground.