The owner stares down at Sugar, then at Shura again, for a long minute, before waving them in.
Inside, Shura finds everything is as described by the mangas she had read, aside from magical shenanigans: there's a changing room where she puts her filthy clothes, a little area where she can pick up a bar of soap, some shampoo and towels, and finally the tiled area with the cleaning stations and the bath itself. It's not coed, and Shura finds herself content at the thought, even if the few women inside can't help but stare at this woman marked from head to toes.
Shura sits at a washing station on the little stool provided, turns the water on, fills up a bucket, and dumps it on her head. Fuck, that feels good. The grime is still clinging to her skin but she feels better already.
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Inside, Shura finds everything is as described by the mangas she had read, aside from magical shenanigans: there's a changing room where she puts her filthy clothes, a little area where she can pick up a bar of soap, some shampoo and towels, and finally the tiled area with the cleaning stations and the bath itself. It's not coed, and Shura finds herself content at the thought, even if the few women inside can't help but stare at this woman marked from head to toes.
Shura sits at a washing station on the little stool provided, turns the water on, fills up a bucket, and dumps it on her head. Fuck, that feels good. The grime is still clinging to her skin but she feels better already.