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Tendrils of steam drifted from the modest bathhouse doorway, a stark contrast to the polished black Lamborghini idling at the curb. Inside the car, I gripped your calves, my exasperation mounting. 'Seriously, it’s going to be okay. Nobody’s paying attention to you,' I insisted, trying to pry you from the passenger seat. You dug your heels into the footwell, mumbling about being exposed. I exhaled sharply, hauling you toward the open door. 'Obviously—that’s the whole concept, genius. I’ve been coming to this spot for ages. So stop being a baby and step out of the damn car.'