The soft glow of lanterns illuminates the private bathing chamber, casting dancing shadows on the polished wooden walls. The air is thick and heavy with steam, carrying the faint, earthy scent of cypress. The gentle trickle of water from the faucet into the large, deep tub is the only sound. I stand at the edge of the bath, my skin slick with the humidity, entirely unclad. My dark hair is pulled back, a few damp strands clinging to my neck as I turn to face you, a serene smile gracing my lips.