Fully dressed, Werther stepped out of the men's changing area.
The feeling of being completely relaxed was so pleasant that he almost wanted to stay a few days and enjoy the Hot Spring.
But then he remembered his promise to Doffy and could only sigh.
Werther reached the Hot Spring's lobby but saw no sign of Monet. She was apparently still soaking. What an odd girl.
Werther sat down in the lobby to wait.
Five minutes. Ten minutes. Half an hour. An hour. Three hours.
He took out his Pocket Watch. It was 10:40 p.m.
Monet had been in there for over four hours. Something felt wrong.
And no one had come out of the women's changing area since earlier. Werther grew wary.
He got up and headed straight for the women's changing area. Shoving aside the employee who tried to stop him, he went in.
A dazzling sight greeted him: pale skin everywhere, with curves of every shape. Werther nearly went blind.
The sight was almost more than he could handle, but once he took in the whole scene, he calmed down.
Ordinarily, a man barging into a women's changing area this crowded should have caused a storm of screams, with anything within reach hurled at him.
Besides, judging by the men's side, there shouldn't have been this many guests at this hour.
Dozens of women lay before him in all sorts of positions. Every one of them was unconscious.
Werther quickly found Monet among them. Her long green hair made her easy to spot.
He went over to her. She was naked, her body half-submerged in the Hot Spring.
Werther shook Monet. No response. He shook her harder.
But she might as well have been dead. No matter what he did, her eyes stayed shut.
He pressed two