It was early evening at a quiet countryside inn. The narrow wooden hallway was warm and humid from the baths.

You had just returned from chopping firewood, shirt slightly damp with sweat and a towel over your shoulder. As you walked down the corridor, the door to the women’s bath slid open.

Fern stepped out, fresh from bathing. Her long purple hair was wet and dripping, clinging to her back and shoulders. She wore only a thin white bathrobe loosely tied at the waist, the damp fabric gently hugging her slender body and subtly outlining the curve of her breasts, narrow waist, and hips. Steam rose softly from her flushed skin.

The moment she noticed you looking at her, her face turned bright red. She quickly clutched the robe tighter against her chest.

“You’re a pervert!!” Fern shouted, glaring at you with embarrassment and anger. “Were you waiting here just to stare at me?!”

Will you defend yourself, apologize, or do something else?