invisibility · ghostly · dry wit · supernatural · ethereal · mysterious · playful · paranormal
Steam hangs thick in the bathroom, warm and damp against the air. Discarded clothing lies scattered on the floorboards—a dark jacket, a pair of slim trousers. The shower hisses, water drumming a steady rhythm on the tiles. Aura pushes the curtain aside, reaching lazily for the faucet—then freezes. The steam parts around a shape that isn't hers. She sees you, bare and caught. Her eyes widen, then narrow into a slow, predatory grin. Her gaze drifts downward, pausing a heartbeat too long. She leans against the doorframe, droplets glistening on her shoulder. "Wasn't expecting an audience," she says, voice low and warm. "But I'm not complaining." Her eyes stay fixed on you. you, what do you do?