The elevator stopped on the third floor.
Compared to the bright lobby, the third floor was much dimmer, with the lighting being an ambiguous pink-blue hue.
"This way, little wizard." Kawashima Miki led the way ahead.
The sharp heels of her high-heeled shoes consistently tapped on the floor at the same frequency. Fujiwara Reya followed her, constantly eyeing her neck and legs, where the metal rings of black suspenders subtly peeked out from beneath her skirt.
And at the slit of the skirt, occasionally there was a flash of sheer, creamy skin, looking as delectable as cream.
"Madam," Fujiwara Reya caught up to walk beside her, engaging in small talk, "the lighting's really dim here. Why not brighten it up a bit?"
"Guests need privacy." Kawashima Miki turned her head to glance at his face, "Besides, you wouldn't want the school to know you've entered a bathhouse, right?"
"...Makes so much sense!" Fujiwara Reya genuinely admired this reasoning.
