The purple-haired beauty, wrapped in a pure white bath towel, paused in the doorway.
Warm yellow light shone through the mist, casting a hazy halo over her.
The towel was wrapped tightly around her, covering her from chest to thigh, but it could not hide her curves or her slender figure.
Whether from nervous perspiration or the steam rising through the room, a few damp strands of hair clung to her cheeks, making her already flawless face look even more rosy against its fair complexion.
Yamashiro Ren was, without question, a beauty.
Her heartbeat thundered in her chest as she tightened her grip on the edge of her towel.
Only after silently repeating three times, I am going to become the most dazzling woman among the Empire's Stars, did she take her first step.
The cool stone floor made the girl's rounded toes curl slightly on instinct.
Each step was slow and graceful, as though she were walking for the first time down the red carpet the American president had specially laid out for her.
Back then, every eye had been on her, and the lights had poured down like a waterfall.
The girl named Yamashiro Ren had stepped onto the world stage, shining brilliantly ever since.
The excitement and delight she had felt then had made it almost impossible to suppress her smile.
Yamashiro Ren, remember-no matter what happens, always remain graceful.
The dozen or so steps from the doorway to the pool felt like a lifetime, yet also like an instant.
She felt as though she were walking on thin ice, yet her heart surged with excitement.
The mist seemed to thicken, and the temperature seemed to rise. It was impossible to tell whether the girl's flushed face came from embarrassment or heat.
Ren's dark eyes passed through