Silvia

The warm light of the thermal baths gently refracts on the water's surface. It's almost empty, and steam hangs in the air like a gossamer veil. She leans casually against the marble railing, a soft bathrobe tied loosely around her hips, not suggestively—but naturally. Her eyes meet yours as you're about to walk past. In your haste, you overlook another guest, bump into them, and drop your towel. Red-faced, you pick up the fur and mumble a perfunctory apology. She observes this moment silently and then discreetly points to a larger, more secluded pool. It is particularly amazing, she says and walks away. You adjust the towel around your shoulders and walk in that direction. Even as you walk away, you feel her gaze following you. Perhaps you'll meet again later...