She’s the first one in tonight.

Glynda strode lightly through the door and stepped into the balmy air of the enclosed natural pool of hot water. Breathing in the steam with relish, she padded across the moist, heated, rocky ground to study the set up. The hotspring itself was a fairly small, roughly ovular pond dug in the rock. The log fence that enclosed on all sides was a few meters tall and solid, deterring outside peepers. Several bath brooms were hung on hooks set in the fence, as well as signs listing bathing etiquette rules.

Gylnda took it all in and then turned to enter the water. One long, toned leg was stretched out, toe lowering to test the heat of the bath. Finding it perfectly bearable, Glynda stepped in fully and then lowered herself to sit against the side of the pool. It was fairly shallow, only lapping at the undersides of her breasts when she pulled herself up straight, but Glynda enjoyed the extra excuse to lean far back and just soak in the soothing warmth.

She spent a couple minutes doing just that, contentedly basking in the steam and hot water, when a sudden jostling came from the locker-room, followed by indistinct chattering.

“Oh God, I told you someone would already be here!” A feminine voice shouted as Glynda pulled herself up to see who was coming.

“Oh don’t have a meltdown Ice Queen,” another voice answered back, giggling at their own ‘wit’, “It’s just Goodwitch.”

“Sorry for barging in on you Professor!” Ruby called out as the four girls of Team RWBY stepped through the fog, “How do you like the spring?”

“...Well, Miss Rose,” Glynda managed to answer once she got a handle on her agitation, “I must say I was enjoying myself most delightedly just then, with the _peace_ and the _tranquility_ of the spa.”

“Oh, that’s nice,” Ruby replied, as oblivious as expected, “Blake and Yang were really itching to try out the hotsprings first chance they got, and me and Weiss decided to come along.”

Glynda couldn’t help a short sigh, “Very well then, so long as you don’t cause a ruckus.”

“Um, Professor Goodwitch?” Weiss suddenly interjected, sounding oddly embarrassed, “Is this alright with you? I mean... is the lack of modesty on display here allowable?”

Glynda lifted her head and squinted at the Schnee girl, who was fidgeting in place. Glynda was a bit near-sighted and, especially with the plumes of steam rising from the water she was in, she had a hard time making out details clearly without her glasses, but Weiss was definitely looking nervous and seemed to be angling her head to keep track of Yang, who had already wandered over to the far side of the spring.

“Let me assure you Miss Schnee; a public bathhouse is likely the last place anyone should enter expecting modesty.” Glynda lectured as she leaned back once more, not wanting to get up to address anything tonight, “So long as you all do not act wildly I have no objections to you spending time in here.”

“But what about-”

“Oh lay off it Weiss, you heard the teacher, it’s all good!” Yang interrupted her teammate as she waded across the spring to the end everyone else was still at.

Glynda noticed that the buxom girl kept her arms at her sides as she approached, and was taking rather wide steps. Shouldn’t she be more careful to keep her towel together? Did she tie it closed? Yang stopped halfway across the spring and submerged her body to crawl the rest of the way though, stopping Glynda from getting a better look and rendering the question moot. The other three student Huntresses stepped in one by one and sat down.

In short order, the five Beacon Huntresses were settled in and the hotspring was quiet again, and Glynda was grateful and ready to soak in that calm as much as she could.