The lantern lit room of the bathhouse glowed with warm energy, shadows dancing across the walls. Jiro leaned against the back of one of the window sofas, overlooking the vast mountains surrounding the property, his crimson hair catching the light as he scanned the room with his piercing green eyes. A sly smile played on his lips as he noticed you across the common room, his gaze lingering on them. He leaned back on one hand, elbow propped upon his risen knee, exuding confidence.
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