The Charming Depths Hotspring

[Zeth]

The Charming Depths Hot spring is a charming inn built on a natural hot spring. It is set in the beautiful country side and is a popular get away for couples. Though many singles or other people come here to relax. The spring itself is a large natural pool that is heated. Due to the nature of the inn Co-ed bathing is the norm. Since it is an inn, there is a common area, bar, and kitchen staff. Please enjoy your stay!

 

[Viktoff Samson]

The bar wasn't very busy at the crack of sun up. Naturally, drunkards may migrate to the bar at their own pace, but Garrett was sure he would find his own time to breath and have a cup of coffee this early. And that he did. His cup was steaming, sitting near him on the counter. With his arms folded beneath his head, he relaxed on the counter as though he was hung over. He wore a white button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up, black jeans and a blueberry blue tie. The tie was undone and hung down by his knees. His soft black hair ran onto his lean, pale forearms. His cellphone lit up and began to vibrate, multiple vibrates to signal either an alarm or a call. The text on the screen suggested it was a call. Eith a groan, he peered over his arm at his phone and glared toward it. His extremely narrow slits between his eyelids barely showed his iris. With a groan, his right hand lunged for the phone, putting it in silence before flipping it onto it's screen.

Sitting up, he ran his hands over his face. His finger tips pulling at his face as though he were rubber, though he certainly wasn't. His fingers left his face to reveal a casual smile and sharp eyes. Plucking the coffee up, he finished it off before setting it down to stretch. He pulled his arms to each side and held them while he was scanning the room. Finding no babes, he let out a wild groan. His eyes falling on the bartender, giving them deuces and requesting hard shots. After he finished a couple of rounds, he grinned to himself as he broke two casual rules to drinking before leaving the bar.

With his grin fueled by the previous shots and his eyes on the robed women he saw on his way to his room, he decided to clean up before entering the hotsprings. His clothes were tossed on his bed as he entered his shower and flipped on the hot water. As hot as it could go, he didn't make a sound as the white-hot water ran through his hair over his scalp and down his shoulders over his back. Though the water had been sincerely searing, it wouldn't move him to complain or turn the knob backwards any. He let the hot water quickly bring red to his skin, as lately it was the only way not to be his complete and total pale he always had been. With a sigh, he hiked the corners of his lips up as he tilted his head back. It hurt, but the hot water ran over his face. Yet again, no complaints. With his thin fingers gripping the bar of soap, he began to hum drunkenly, running the soap bar over his body as the hot water eliminated any suds instantaneously without even a tiniest spec left behind. Throughout his clensing process, he imagined behing surrounded by horny women. All of their soft hands on his lean, attractive body as he reached out for handfuls of everything and kissing each one of them on their necks or lips. He's basing this fantasy on events that have already taken place for him with late teens groupies and drugs. Some he didn't remember so well, other moments were crystal clear. Either way, it was moments like those that reminded him what he lived for. Even though their lead singer was a total bitch and their drummer is a protective emotional mess, they made good music and the love of his fans built him up. His confidence and strength born of the collective elation from thousands of fans cheering them on at their shows. He let the widled soap bar slip to the floor of the shower as he shook the fantasy from his head. A sort of grief licking at his heart as he missed the way his bones would quake with the vibrations of the stage speakers. The fear of losing all these sensations making the infighting of the band absolutely heartbreaking for Garrett.

He wouldn't sob over it, though. After working shampoo and conditioner through his silky black hair, he rinsed one last time and pulled the water off with a bit too much aggression. The echo of the knob pounding down reminding him faintly of when he took the first hit from their drummer. With his grin returning to him, he stepped out. The pale lanky fingers grasping at a thick brown towel as he used his strength to dry himself off completely, including his bits and pieces, his feet, everything.

Without much concern for which color robe others would be wearing, he picked out a white and blue one. Wrapping a white towel around his lean waist first, he pulled on the blue and white robe. Forgoing sandals, he charged into the coed springs and took a seat out in the corner of the hot pools. Relaxing with his eyes closed, head back, arms on the rim, and smile on. Peace finding him as he let the idea of kissing the lead singer again float out of his mind completely.

 

[Russian Vodka]

It'd been a long flight, and an even longer trip from the airport to the resort, but Joana had finally arrived. The darkness under her eyes, despite her light make up, hinted at how tired she was. It wasn't because she hadn't slept, it was just her first time going abroad, and that meant new experiences all over. But she pushed on, heading into the front lobby of the hot springs resort, her bag over her shoulder, just enough clothes to handle staying there for a few weeks to recover from her daily life. She noticed a friendly looking woman inside, and upon mentioning her reservation and name, she was given her key. Knowing a bit about the customs of places like these, she politely bowed her head, her black locks matching most of her outfit, the only thing standing out where her glasses, the orange tint standing out.

Not that she minded, she preferred her glasses over having to remember to put in lenses and take them out every other day. And as she made her way down the corridor, she begun to think about what could possibly happen at this place. It seemed a bit empty at the moment, and as she made it to her room, she knew she'd have to take advantage of it. As she unlocked the door to her room and slipped inside, she let the door close behind her, hiding her in the room as she stretched and yawned. It wasn't long before she begun undressing, wearing red underwear, she soon dismissed it, leaving a trail of clothes towards the bathroom. She needed to get herself cleaned and refreshed before she could go to the hot springs.

And as she stepped under the warm water, she made sure it wasn't too hot. Letting it drench her skin and hair, she closed her eyes, having taken her glasses off and left them on the bedside table, her vision was blurry at best. She had used her hands to manouver out there, and now she could finally feel herself freshen up. As she bent her head under the water, she felt how sore and achy her muscles were, it'd be good once she got out into the hot springs. Although she worried if others would be there, and what they'd think of her. Despite her young age, she had tattoo'd her back. Around her shoulderblades, she'd gotten tattoos to make it look like a pair of angel wings had been ripped off. But that wasn't important, for now she washed up, her hands grabbing the soap as her mind drifted, cleaning herself off fully before she moving to her hair, conditioning it, shampooing it, then finishing.

As she stepped out, she moved to grab one of the large, fuzzy towels, wrapping it around her body while she halfways stumbled back into the bedroom. Although she hadn't taken time to get used to the layout of the room, she ended up kicking the drawers for clothes. "Fuck!" She let out as she felt the sudden burst of pain searing through her foot as she managed to moved to sit on the bed, lifting it to inspect it with her fingers. Although it stung, she couldn't let it affect her. She slipped out of the towel to dry herself fully, although not very meticulously, she was still damp, her hair wet as she got up, grabbing one of robes, pure white in color, and an extra, long, but slim towel as she moved from her room to the hot springs area. Although she was surprised to find it was co-ed, with a note on the door, explaining that anything was alright, as long as other people were not disturbed in any way.

She had her glasses back on, her skin looking rather pale as she pushed in through the door, seeing the open room leading to the outdoors springs. And as she looked around, there was a head in the corner of the pool. A man, looking older than her. But she couldn't properly see his face, or there was a good chance she'd recognise him as she moved to slide out of her robe. She was shaven bare, her breasts standing in perky B cups, she hoped he wouldn't notice her as she slipped into the water quickly, her eyes looking at the tall fence as she sunk into the water, turning her side to him and moving to the opposite side. This happened about fifteen minutes after Garreth had gotten into the hot springs pool.

 

[Zeth]

Hana Endo was having a fangirl moment. She found out thee Garret Creed was staying at her hot spring! She heard the news from Taro this morning. So a little star struck, Hana decided to try to get his autograph. Or at least talk to him.

Hana had always been a fan of Garret's band. He even liked his more underground stuff when he sang. "I'll just check if he needs anything, like a normal hot springs worker. Then strike up a conversation," she said to herself. Hana had gathered up soap, shampoo, a space towel, and oother things into a . She then stripped down to enter the pool without messing her uniform.

Garret was in the corner with his head back. She walked towards him and said,"Excuse me Mr Creed? I am Hana and I work here. Do you need anything? Shampoo? Towe-aaaah!" She was cut off as Hana tripped and fell forward on some unseen object. the bucket went flying off to the side as Hana fell forward! Unless Garret moved quickly Hana would land with her breasts pressed against his face!

 

[Viktoff Samson]

"Excuse me Mr Creed?-" Garrett opened his left eye at the female voice that called out to him. He was sure she was a fan. He was confident he wasn't all that well-known for his underground singing career, but he didn't know this woman had known of his time spent in that. It'd delight him to hear it, though. He smiled to her as she continued. "I am Hana and I work here. Do you need anything? Shampoo? Towe-aaaah!" He watched the other woman as the staff member was speaking to him. His eyes running up and down the naked woman in the water just as the speaking one had began to fall. Working on his reflexes, he caught the woman just as her breasts graced his warm, moist, healthy-smooth face.

And grace his face they did. His mouth falling open, his cock in the water growing erect at their chest to face contact. He let her hear his voice rumble out a little groan before helping her off his face. "Hana, hmm? It's nice to meet you." He chuckled on the end with a smile on his handsome, lean face. His eyes narrowing just a bit, playfully like a cat's would. "You've done plenty. How about you join me for a soak?"

 

[Zeth]

To Creed's reflexes, it was merely a comical embarrassment, and not a more serious injury. "Why yes, I'd like to join you for a soak." Hana admitted. Her face was beet read with embarrassment. She then sank down into the water sitting next to Garret. "I must confess i am a fan of yours. I enjoyed your music and your singing. I just had to say hello," she added to try and break the ice.

 

[Viktoff Samson]

Garret scanned her face carefully as she seemed to become a deep red. It was normal after such am embarrassing experience, or even normal for most people to become red in the hot springs or even hot baths. To himself, he considered what about girls made their blushes so cute snd endearing while many boys are ridiculed when they turn red in the face after an embarrassing or romantic endeavor. At least, boys he knew in his own anecdotal accounts. Her vocal confirmation and physical movement to sink into the hot springs beside him had caused a generous smile to grow on his thin lips. Pleased with both himself and the circumstances, Garrett replayed the joyful moment of her breasts suddenly colliding with his face from before. The corners of his lips curling upward as he could continue soaking her face in with his eyes. Her mentioning of being a fan of his was delightful for Garrett to hear.

Even though he had a fair guess, and his career wasn't exactly unheard of, Garrett remained humble enough to know most people didn't know him by name or appearance. It was like an angel's whipser of divine grace tickling the inside of his ear when he finally registered the fact that she mentioned the time he had been a singer. She was a fan of depth and quite the cutie too. A rarity on many fronts. "So you listened to me all the way back then, hmm?" He spoke in a cool way, giving her a touch of his enthusiasm and a good portion of his attention in an almost affectionate way. It was hard to be completely focused as the hot water soaked his lower body in particular. "It's rad that you work in a place like this, Hana." He put a more tender tone on as he drew closer. Raising his left hand, his thin and well-worked index and middle fingers guides some off her hair off her face. "The rest of the band insisted I take a break out here before the tour. I went and started a fight. How lame is that?"

 

[Russian Vodka]

Seeing the girl entering and having her embarrassing scene, Joana kept to herself, sighing and keeping her voice down. She could tell the two were going to hit it off with how solidly Hana's breasts ended up pressing against Garret's face. Not that she cared. She moved a bit away from them, to a more secluded spot in the opposite corner of them, her arms moving out of the water, up on the edge to let her head back so she could look up and at the open morning sky. It was a moment of peace for her while she tried to drown out their voices from her head, especially as she could hear how flirty they were getting with each other as she felt the motion in the water when Hana slipped in.

But there was little Joana could do to restrict her. They weren't breaking any rules so far and she couldn't exactly feel bothered that they were having fun. As much as she missed having her own fun, she knew it wasn't worth chasing after. And she could hear them talking still. No matter how much she tried to block it out, she couldn't help it as she let herself slide back down into the pool, minding her own business as much as she could. Unfortunately, there wasn't much else to look at, and her eyes drifted towards them. She had to admit it was her curiosity getting the better of her, and they were an interesting couple, leaving her to involuntarily smirk lightly.

 

[Hisako-K]

Azazel got off the taxi van, this one that had taken him from the train station to this inn and hot springs was much more enjoyable and less crowded than the tax that had taken him from the airport to the train station. He crouched as he lowered his head, his body slowly exiting the vehicle. He didn't dislike or like the small vehicles, but he was not used to the lack of space. Using his left hand he raised it above him and palmed the door frame as he slid the door open with his right hand. The driver was hurriedly trying to exit before him to open the door, taken in surprise by this sudden exit. Azazel placed one foot on the ground while the other remained in the vehicle as he shifted his body out of the car. With his hand and foot still on and in the car respectively, he now stood awkwardly in between both outside and the car as his gaze was fixed behind dark, reflective sunglasses on the inn in front of him. It was old, or at least made to look old and somewhat historic. The driver was now scurrying around the back of the vehicle, opening the truck as Azazel slowly finished exiting the vehicle, his gaze unfaltering from the entrance to the Inn. He angled his body to face forward and with his vision rather than angled elsewhere, his hands rested at his sides and began to slide into his short's pockets and under his shirt.
Azazel was dressed like a tourist, and for good reason. He had a large button-up shirt that one could qualify as "barely loose" fit, rolled up at the sleeves and exposing his toned arms. On his right wrist above his hand were nineteen black beads kept on a small black rope and tied down. Above his left hand was an Invigorate watch, an authentic "genuine" Zolex replica that was waterproofed and automatic, with a nice polished steel finish. His shirt was very bland in comparison to the rest of his clothes, being a faded yellow color its only compliment was the white T-shirt underneath it that had a fairly tattered collar where it met the neck. Azazel's pants fell under the "jorts" category, they were long and made of a faded, light-blue denim that were lighter around the thigh area in front and back. This was some kind of fashion choice, but it didn't make the clothes more desirable to Azazel, their comfort, mobility, flexibility ensured his endorsement. Lastly he was wearing Adios socks and shoes, the socks were short, barely poking above the shoes. The shoes themselves were the most new looking piece of clothing on his person, a brand new pair of running shoes that were a sleek black with white accents, barely worn.
The driver cleared his throat. Azazel didn't flinch or look at him as he pulled out his worn leather wallet out from his front right pocket. He opened it with both hands, bringing it up to his abdomen as he pulled out multiple colored bills and handing it to the driver without looking.
"Just set it down, please." He said in flawless Japanese, almost as if he was native to the language. The driver set down his small-medium suitcase gently, and reached out with a bow to accept the money. He began to walk away around the back of his van and away from Azazel when he began to count his money. He stopped and turned around.
"Uh, Sir?" He asked.
"It's correct, keep the rest as a tip." Azazel said as he put the wallet back into his pocket and his other hand into its respective pocket.
"It's too much."
"No, it isn’t. And if anyone asks…" The driver nodded, and began to walk away. He got to the other side of his car and pulled over his seat belt as he started the car. The driver was about to drive away when he rolled down the passenger window.
"Oh yeah, the special item you requested I pick up is in your suitcase. Call me if you need anything else sir!" He said with genuine enthusiasm. Azazel still stood there, saying nothing. The driver waited, then awkwardly rolled the window back up and began to slowly drive off, leaving Azazel standing in the road in front of the Inn.
Azazel cleared his throat, and bent at the waist and knees to pick up the suitcase in his right hand. Standing straight and with suitcase in hand he remained stationary for a few more seconds.
"Charming Depths, huh?" He wandered aloud. "Cute." He said to himself, and began walking towards the front doors.

After making his way from the road and through the path leading to the entrance, he slid the front doors open and found himself in the entry way. There he found an empty desk with no employee sitting--well, standing--behind it. He turned around and slid the door behind him shut effortlessly. Turning back around he walked to the desk and stood there with his suitcase still clenched in his hand.
Azazel reached up to his face with his free left hand and pulled off the mirrored sunglasses, pressing one arm to his face as he folded it down and pushed the other one against his chest as he rested the sunglasses by the joint on the collar of his shirt. Azazel began looking around the establishment, admiring the architecture and the environment. He looked back at the desk and noticed that it had a bell waiting there. He looked around, turning his head left and right before resigning to the bell. Raising his free left hand he lightly tapped the bell a few times. It let out a pleasant chime, a welcome departure from the push-bell at most western inns and establishments.
"Cool" He said in the local tongue, and hit it one more time, "Hope my reservation came through." he mused aloud, not worried given that he had the cash to take care of the situation should it be otherwise.

 

[Zeth]

Garret scanned her face carefully as she seemed to become a deep red. It was normal after such am embarrassing experience, or even normal for most people to become red in the hot springs or even hot baths. To himself, he considered what about girls made their blushes so cute snd endearing while many boys are ridiculed when they turn red in the face after an embarrassing or romantic endeavor. At least, boys he knew in his own anecdotal accounts. Her vocal confirmation and physical movement to sink into the hot springs beside him had caused a generous smile to grow on his thin lips. Pleased with both himself and the circumstances, Garrett replayed the joyful moment of her breasts suddenly colliding with his face from before. The corners of his lips curling upward as he could continue soaking her face in with his eyes. Her mentioning of being a fan of his was delightful for Garrett to hear.

Even though he had a fair guess, and his career wasn't exactly unheard of, Garrett remained humble enough to know most people didn't know him by name or appearance. It was like an angel's whipser of divine grace tickling the inside of his ear when he finally registered the fact that she mentioned the time he had been a singer. She was a fan of depth and quite the cutie too. A rarity on many fronts. "So you listened to me all the way back then, hmm?" He spoke in a cool way, giving her a touch of his enthusiasm and a good portion of his attention in an almost affectionate way. It was hard to be completely focused as the hot water soaked his lower body in particular. "It's rad that you work in a place like this, Hana." He put a more tender tone on as he drew closer. Raising his left hand, his thin and well-worked index and middle fingers guides some off her hair off her face. "The rest of the band insisted I take a break out here before the tour. I went and started a fight. How lame is that?"

"Well yeah, I listened to you back then," replied Hana. The Charming Depths Hotspring is in rural parts of Japan. Hana wasn't one of those obsessive otaku, but she dud collect every album Garrett's band put out and anything she could get her hands on by him. She smiled back and was trying not to be too star struck. She read somewhere people find that annoying.

"Rad that I work here? It is a family business. I never really thought one way or the other about it to be honest," explained Hana. When she brushed the hair from her eyes she let him. Her eyes met his and sparked a little. "Well I am glad you are vacationing here. We mostly get just couples. It leaves a girl feeling lonely. So what was the fight about?" she asked.

 

[Zeth]

Seeing the girl entering and having her embarrassing scene, Joana kept to herself, sighing and keeping her voice down. She could tell the two were going to hit it off with how solidly Hana's breasts ended up pressing against Garret's face. Not that she cared. She moved a bit away from them, to a more secluded spot in the opposite corner of them, her arms moving out of the water, up on the edge to let her head back so she could look up and at the open morning sky. It was a moment of peace for her while she tried to drown out their voices from her head, especially as she could hear how flirty they were getting with each other as she felt the motion in the water when Hana slipped in.

But there was little Joana could do to restrict her. They weren't breaking any rules so far and she couldn't exactly feel bothered that they were having fun. As much as she missed having her own fun, she knew it wasn't worth chasing after. And she could hear them talking still. No matter how much she tried to block it out, she couldn't help it as she let herself slide back down into the pool, minding her own business as much as she could. Unfortunately, there wasn't much else to look at, and her eyes drifted towards them. She had to admit it was her curiosity getting the better of her, and they were an interesting couple, leaving her to involuntarily smirk lightly.

"Are you finding everything alright Miss Mills?" asked a male voice. It was Taro Kobayashi, the handyman of Charming Depths Hotspring. He was wrapped in a Towel and had one of those trays with a bottle of Sake and a couple of cups. Without another word he disrobes the towel and steps into the hotspring. The man sinks into the water with a satisfied "aaaah." He is near Joana without being to close to be creepy.

Taro turns his attention back to Joana. "It hasn't even been five minutes and she is tripping all over him like some fan girl. Anyways, I am on break. Would you like to join me for a drink?" Taro asked Joana. He begins to pour the sake for himself.

 

[Zeth]

Azazel got off the taxi van, this one that had taken him from the train station to this inn and hot springs was much more enjoyable and less crowded than the tax that had taken him from the airport to the train station. He crouched as he lowered his head, his body slowly exiting the vehicle. He didn't dislike or like the small vehicles, but he was not used to the lack of space. Using his left hand he raised it above him and palmed the door frame as he slid the door open with his right hand. The driver was hurriedly trying to exit before him to open the door, taken in surprise by this sudden exit. Azazel placed one foot on the ground while the other remained in the vehicle as he shifted his body out of the car. With his hand and foot still on and in the car respectively, he now stood awkwardly in between both outside and the car as his gaze was fixed behind dark, reflective sunglasses on the inn in front of him. It was old, or at least made to look old and somewhat historic. The driver was now scurrying around the back of the vehicle, opening the truck as Azazel slowly finished exiting the vehicle, his gaze unfaltering from the entrance to the Inn. He angled his body to face forward and with his vision rather than angled elsewhere, his hands rested at his sides and began to slide into his short's pockets and under his shirt.
Azazel was dressed like a tourist, and for good reason. He had a large button-up shirt that one could qualify as "barely loose" fit, rolled up at the sleeves and exposing his toned arms. On his right wrist above his hand were nineteen black beads kept on a small black rope and tied down. Above his left hand was an Invigorate watch, an authentic "genuine" Zolex replica that was waterproofed and automatic, with a nice polished steel finish. His shirt was very bland in comparison to the rest of his clothes, being a faded yellow color its only compliment was the white T-shirt underneath it that had a fairly tattered collar where it met the neck. Azazel's pants fell under the "jorts" category, they were long and made of a faded, light-blue denim that were lighter around the thigh area in front and back. This was some kind of fashion choice, but it didn't make the clothes more desirable to Azazel, their comfort, mobility, flexibility ensured his endorsement. Lastly he was wearing Adios socks and shoes, the socks were short, barely poking above the shoes. The shoes themselves were the most new looking piece of clothing on his person, a brand new pair of running shoes that were a sleek black with white accents, barely worn.
The driver cleared his throat. Azazel didn't flinch or look at him as he pulled out his worn leather wallet out from his front right pocket. He opened it with both hands, bringing it up to his abdomen as he pulled out multiple colored bills and handing it to the driver without looking.
"Just set it down, please." He said in flawless Japanese, almost as if he was native to the language. The driver set down his small-medium suitcase gently, and reached out with a bow to accept the money. He began to walk away around the back of his van and away from Azazel when he began to count his money. He stopped and turned around.
"Uh, Sir?" He asked.
"It's correct, keep the rest as a tip." Azazel said as he put the wallet back into his pocket and his other hand into its respective pocket.
"It's too much."
"No, it isn’t. And if anyone asks…" The driver nodded, and began to walk away. He got to the other side of his car and pulled over his seat belt as he started the car. The driver was about to drive away when he rolled down the passenger window.
"Oh yeah, the special item you requested I pick up is in your suitcase. Call me if you need anything else sir!" He said with genuine enthusiasm. Azazel still stood there, saying nothing. The driver waited, then awkwardly rolled the window back up and began to slowly drive off, leaving Azazel standing in the road in front of the Inn.
Azazel cleared his throat, and bent at the waist and knees to pick up the suitcase in his right hand. Standing straight and with suitcase in hand he remained stationary for a few more seconds.
"Charming Depths, huh?" He wandered aloud. "Cute." He said to himself, and began walking towards the front doors.

After making his way from the road and through the path leading to the entrance, he slid the front doors open and found himself in the entry way. There he found an empty desk with no employee sitting--well, standing--behind it. He turned around and slid the door behind him shut effortlessly. Turning back around he walked to the desk and stood there with his suitcase still clenched in his hand.
Azazel reached up to his face with his free left hand and pulled off the mirrored sunglasses, pressing one arm to his face as he folded it down and pushed the other one against his chest as he rested the sunglasses by the joint on the collar of his shirt. Azazel began looking around the establishment, admiring the architecture and the environment. He looked back at the desk and noticed that it had a bell waiting there. He looked around, turning his head left and right before resigning to the bell. Raising his free left hand he lightly tapped the bell a few times. It let out a pleasant chime, a welcome departure from the push-bell at most western inns and establishments.
"Cool" He said in the local tongue, and hit it one more time, "Hope my reservation came through." he mused aloud, not worried given that he had the cash to take care of the situation should it be otherwise.

Azazel has discovered a hidden character!

A beautiful woman enters from the kitchen and comes to the front desk. She flashes Azazel a dazzling smile. "Hello, you must be Abbadonovich-san. I hope the commute over here was no trouble," said the woman. She seemed to be in her mid twenties to early thirties. She was currently wearing a chef apron wrapped over her normal clothing, indicating she works in the kitchen. "You have reserved a single room. Tch, a shame to sleep alone at a place like this. Do you have any questions Abbadonovich-san?" she asked as he was checked in.

 

[Hisako-K]

Azazel was looking around the interior, he was casually observing the interior decorations of the inn. The Inn had a lot of good reviews, and its rural location, and natural springs were all the things that he had been looking for to take his mind off the world and just…relax. Everything seemed out of a fairytale though, almost surreal. He had always had a fondness for the Japanese culture and their traditions that most resorts really capitalize on. His own understanding of the culture from where he had lived a majority of his life and career. This place, however, just screamed interesting things to look at and a quiet place to rest. He reached around with his left hand and scratched his head near where his neck met the base of his skull. It was one of the few areas on his body that didn't have scars, and it always itched. It was almost as if his body was trying to force him to make new wounds by scratching too hard or something dumb that he occasionally worried about.

He heard a voice come from behind him. He looked over his right shoulder, unable to see the woman behind him and now staring at him from behind the counter. He turned his body around slowly, his head slowly resetting its position to a neutral position as he came to face the buxom vixen in front of him. He tried to rest his hands on the counter in an attempt to lean forward, but his grip slipped and he stumbled a little as he fell forward a bit. He quickly caught himself and pulled his posture back as he relented from the notion of leaning on the counter again. He stood up straight and shook his head a little as he cursed himself silently. He looked back up and into the eyes of the woman who was being polite and smiling at him from across the counter. He gave a small smile without showing any teeth, a smile that quickly faded. He nodded and bowed a little, feeling a little awkward as he suddenly felt a little unsure about his knowledge of a country he had worked in a few times and vacationed in…never.
"Uh, yes." He said, suddenly unsure of the language he was speaking in as he was no longer feeling so familiar and welcome in it. "Sorry," he began, looking away as he gave another small smile and returning his gaze to her. "I just…You caught me off guard. I've studied your language a lot but your…" he paused as he fought every cell and urge in his body to not look down at her chest. "Appearance. Your good looks--they caught me off guard. My apologies. Thank you for your concern about my solitude." he said as he gave another awkward bow. Looking back up he tried to give a confident smirk as he began to smirk again to hide his shame.
"Sorry, I know you probably get this often, but I chose this hotel because of its…" he looked around and gestured with his left hand around him, looking back at the beautiful woman in front of him again. "Its aesthetic, its history, its…culture. I was hoping to see if I reserved any packages, and if not I would like to do so." He put both hands together as he opened his wallet, looking down at the colorful money inside of it as he fattened wallet. He looked down and looked back up at her again. "Also, are there any robes or such loungewear in the room? I'm afraid I didn't pack anything other than functional efficient clothes. I'm afraid to admit I typically don’t…relax." He said.

 

[Zeth]

'Buxom' was kind of an understatement. Said Vixen was Yori the chef. Normally she sticks to the kitchen and doesn't interact with guests. But the other staff are currently busy. The single women visibly brightened. Yori never got compliments on her looks. She was considered a Christmas cake.

Buying a cake for Christmas is a Japanese tradition. But these cakes have a definite expiration date — no one wants to eat Christmas cake after December 25th. And no matter how attractive a woman is, it's said, no Japanese male will want to marry her after she's 25. Thus, "Christmas Cake" is used as a metaphor term for a woman rendered unmarriageable because she is past the freshness of her youth; roughly equivalent to "Old Maid."

Yori was past 25, and most Japanese men tend to avoid large breasted women like her. Normally she just points the guest to his room and goes back to the kitchen. "Thank you for the compliment. My name is Yori-san, and I cook the meals. A package? No, I see no packages reserved. Just a single room. You can reseve packages." replied Yori. She then answered his second question,"Yes, we provide robes, lounge wear, and everything you need to enjoy the hot springs with the room. I'll take you to your room now so you can get settled," said Yori. She removed her apron. The woman gave him a return bow purposely giving him a generous view of her cleavage. "Right this way honored guest," she said and began to lead Azazel down the hall to his room.

 

[Hisako-K]

Azazel rolled his eyes and bobbed his head to the right as he tried to look away in time. He clicked his tongue and groaned as he looked away from Yori as she bowed down. The back of his head began to itch where it met his neck again, and his right hand let go of the wallet as it whipped around and instinctively began to lightly scratch at the undamaged skin with what little nails he had. While he found the woman sexually appealing he also felt like he was taking advantage of her courtesy and manners.
"Oh Yori-San, you make it very difficult for an honest man." he muttered in English, a language he prayed to whatever sick god was listening. His whole life he had been told what to do, when to do it, and how to do it. Now that he was finally on his own and out of the magnifying glass of his old life he had no idea how to interact with others outside of a business environment and formality. He was beginning to finally free himself, this vacation being his first and his foray into relaxation and taking time off from work. Now he was faced with the realization that he might actually be attracted to women, a genuine thought he had never processed before. He looked back quickly at the woman before she raised from her bow. It had been a split second, and he lowered his hand. He felt the world slow down as he tried to savor what little fractions of a second he had lost and found. She had returned to her straightened posture, and he quickly looked back up into her eyes.

He was finally brought back to earth when she looked into his eyes and spoke to him. Honored guest? Oh, shit--he had forgotten he was staying at this place, where she worked!
"Thank you." he said in English, "Wait, shi--(Thank you, Yori-San)." he said again in Japanese. He had already slipped once, he didn't need to slip again. He smiled meekly as he returned his wallet into his right hand pocket, grabbing it from his left hand. He quickly shoved the leather wallet into the small pocket, trying not to push his skin back further from his nail beds as he crammed it into the almost ridiculously tight pocket, at least the pocket seemed tighter than usual. Why were his pants suddenly so tight on him?
Azazel grunted as he finally overcame the obstacle of his pocket and he looked back up at Yori with a wry smile. He turned and bent a little at the knees as he grabbed his bags with both hands. He turned back towards Yori and nodded, his glasses bouncing off of his chest.
"After you." He said, and as she turned around and lead him to his room he realized he had a clear view of her rear as she lead him to his room. He looked down, and let out a sigh as he took in the sights. It was a small, guilty pleasure that he was only going to take advantage of for a short while. That's when he realized that he hadn't paid her for the additional services and things that they had.
"Oh, Yori-San? I forgot to pay for the additional services." He said as he easily caught up with her. The bags were effortlessly light, and he was able to catch up with her shortly after she had begun leading him down the hallway.

 

[Viktoff Samson]

Garrett's eyes remained on her's after the quarky way he moved her hair out of them. "I'm glad at least someone knows about my singing career. And she's cute too." He spoke of her without directly addressing her with 'you' or by her name. While he did it by habbit, he always wondered if women would find such a thing to be somehow more personal and inviting. It seemed counter-intuitive, but it wouldn't be the first time the genders worked totally differently. It might not even be a gender thing. Either way, he hoped she'd find anything interesting in the way he spoke, something other than his career to hang onto and find enjoyable.


"Family can be a big plus, sometimes. And it doesn't matter how you got the job. Look at where we are, who we are, and what we're doing. Lawyers and Doctors only get this on vacations." He bit back a small dorky chuckle, effectively nullifying it to keep his lips in the shape of his charming grin. He grew closer as she asked for more details about the fight. His leg brushing her's as their sides came together, but he still partially faced her. "I kissed our band's singer. She's dating someone else in the band and he punched me. That's how that went."

 

[Zeth]

Azazel rolled his eyes and bobbed his head to the right as he tried to look away in time. He clicked his tongue and groaned as he looked away from Yori as she bowed down. The back of his head began to itch where it met his neck again, and his right hand let go of the wallet as it whipped around and instinctively began to lightly scratch at the undamaged skin with what little nails he had. While he found the woman sexually appealing he also felt like he was taking advantage of her courtesy and manners.
"Oh Yori-San, you make it very difficult for an honest man." he muttered in English, a language he prayed to whatever sick god was listening. His whole life he had been told what to do, when to do it, and how to do it. Now that he was finally on his own and out of the magnifying glass of his old life he had no idea how to interact with others outside of a business environment and formality. He was beginning to finally free himself, this vacation being his first and his foray into relaxation and taking time off from work. Now he was faced with the realization that he might actually be attracted to women, a genuine thought he had never processed before. He looked back quickly at the woman before she raised from her bow. It had been a split second, and he lowered his hand. He felt the world slow down as he tried to savor what little fractions of a second he had lost and found. She had returned to her straightened posture, and he quickly looked back up into her eyes.

He was finally brought back to earth when she looked into his eyes and spoke to him. Honored guest? Oh, shit--he had forgotten he was staying at this place, where she worked!
"Thank you." he said in English, "Wait, shi--(Thank you, Yori-San)." he said again in Japanese. He had already slipped once, he didn't need to slip again. He smiled meekly as he returned his wallet into his right hand pocket, grabbing it from his left hand. He quickly shoved the leather wallet into the small pocket, trying not to push his skin back further from his nail beds as he crammed it into the almost ridiculously tight pocket, at least the pocket seemed tighter than usual. Why were his pants suddenly so tight on him?
Azazel grunted as he finally overcame the obstacle of his pocket and he looked back up at Yori with a wry smile. He turned and bent a little at the knees as he grabbed his bags with both hands. He turned back towards Yori and nodded, his glasses bouncing off of his chest.
"After you." He said, and as she turned around and lead him to his room he realized he had a clear view of her rear as she lead him to his room. He looked down, and let out a sigh as he took in the sights. It was a small, guilty pleasure that he was only going to take advantage of for a short while. That's when he realized that he hadn't paid her for the additional services and things that they had.
"Oh, Yori-San? I forgot to pay for the additional services." He said as he easily caught up with her. The bags were effortlessly light, and he was able to catch up with her shortly after she had begun leading him down the hallway.

Yori walked ahead and realized it was literally just the two of them. When Azazeal sighed from looking at her shapely rear, she stopped. Then without turning around Yori gave her ass a small shake and said in English, "You like what you see Azazel-san?" She then continued walking to the room.

The room was opened with an electronic key card. Yori handed it to Azazeal. It was a standard room you would expect from the hot springs. It had a Japanese style futon bed, a small bathroom, a dresser to put thing. "The robes, towels, and such are in the bathroom. You can use the phone on the dressor to call room service for anything else. Um additonal services? I work in the kitchen and normally don't deal with guests or the money. You lost me," She said giving Azazeal a confused look.

 

[Hisako-K]

Azazel had no choice but to watch as Yori had shaken herself for him to see, He made a strange sound as he stopped breathing, but had inhaled enough that his chest was full of air. It escaped him at a small tone, making something that sounded like a hybrid between a wheeze and a groan. He then heard Yori speak in English, and the sound stopped as his entire body froze, he was even sure his heart had stopped. He felt all the color in his body drain as he was found out, he would have to use another language when he wanted to vocalize thoughts that couldn't stay
locked in his head but were too inappropriate for others to hear."Oh...Yori-San…" He finally said, some color returning to him as he felt his body begin to pulse again. She continued walking, but he did not. He was still frozen in his embarrassment, and would have continued to do so if his bag had not begun to slip. The bag in his right hand had begun to slip from his weakening grip of his fingers, and it had left the clutch of the fingertips for only a second before he snapped to attention and crouched rapidly, turning his body towards the bag as his right hand snatched it from the air and secured it against his side. He stood back up, regaining composure and posture as he shrugged off whatever imaginary burden he was now holding. He shook his head, and looked back up at Yori, grunting quietly as he continued to walk behind her.

They had arrived at a door, Yori having opened the door and handing him the keycard that opened it. He took it with his dominant left hand after shrugging the bag out of his hand and into his elbow crease inside his arm. He nodded his head in thanks as he quickly looked into the beautifully decorated and furnished room, a relaxed sigh escaping his lips as his shoulders sunk a little, taking in the room in all of its glory. Yori had begun explaining to him the standards of hospitality, and he slowly turned his head reluctantly from the room to her, forgetting that she was better to look at than the room. He had heard every word she had said, and he wasn't confused at all, just unsure of what to do now.
"Oh, the kitchen?" He said, returning to Japanese and sounding disappointed, he knew that he would eventually order food or visit the restaurant--did they have a restaurant? His face twisted away as he looked up to ponder this thought, he shook his head and returned back to looking at Yori, looking interestedly into her eyes. "Well, that's…" He paused, "Going to the front desk isn't going to be nearly as interesting if you're not there. I should consider myself blessed for being lucky enough to meet you tonight." He looked disappointed, but really he was sad. He was sure he would be asking for lots from the front desk, and now it wouldn't be the gorgeous Yori. Not even a half hour into his vacation and he was already given bad news. "Well, I guess I'll see you around?" He said, shrugging. He bowed slightly, even keeping his head low but not breaking eye contact. "Thank you, Yori-San." He straightened his posture, "I appreciate everything you've done for me, I'll talk to whoever should be at the front desk over the phone later." He stood there in the doorway, waiting for her to say something, he didn't want to walk away from her yet. "Oh right," He began, and he reached into the room and lightly put down the bag in his left elbow, followed by the bag from his right hand. After placing both bags in the room he got his wallet ready and drew out some colorful bills with his index fingers and thumbs. He quickly got out a five thousand yen bill and pocketed his wallet and the remaining money as he handed her the bill. "It's typically custom to give a gratuity to those who help you, at least I've done this everywhere I went and have come to believe." He began, "I can't exactly ask you to join me for drinks or something similar." He said, chuckling nervously, "So…please take this?" he finished, asking more than saying.

 

[Russian Vodka]

"Are you finding everything alright Miss Mills?" asked a male voice. It was Taro Kobayashi, the handyman of Charming Depths Hotspring. He was wrapped in a Towel and had one of those trays with a bottle of Sake and a couple of cups. Without another word he disrobes the towel and steps into the hotspring. The man sinks into the water with a satisfied "aaaah." He is near Joana without being to close to be creepy.

Taro turns his attention back to Joana. "It hasn't even been five minutes and she is tripping all over him like some fan girl. Anyways, I am on break. Would you like to join me for a drink?" Taro asked Joana. He begins to pour the sake for himself.

Joana heard the voice of the handyman suddenly, making her look up. Her glasses were a bit foggy by now, but she ignored it as she took in his appearance, seeing the towel and a tray with some Sake and some cups. Seeing him disrobing so blatantly, she blushed lightly, it was something she had to get used to, although naked men were not new to her. "No problems so far. I just need to get the flight out of my body and relax." She said, letting him down next to her.

She looked him over, it was easy to tell he did stuff around here with how toned his body was. Even if he might not mean to, he was rather fit. "I try to ignore people like that." She admitted, nodding as he offered her sake. "Please. I haven't tried proper Japanese Sake before but I've always wanted to." She smiled, trying to be friendly and open, turning halfways towards him.

 

[Zeth]

Garrett's eyes remained on her's after the quarky way he moved her hair out of them. "I'm glad at least someone knows about my singing career. And she's cute too." He spoke of her without directly addressing her with 'you' or by her name. While he did it by habbit, he always wondered if women would find such a thing to be somehow more personal and inviting. It seemed counter-intuitive, but it wouldn't be the first time the genders worked totally differently. It might not even be a gender thing. Either way, he hoped she'd find anything interesting in the way he spoke, something other than his career to hang onto and find enjoyable.


"Family can be a big plus, sometimes. And it doesn't matter how you got the job. Look at where we are, who we are, and what we're doing. Lawyers and Doctors only get this on vacations." He bit back a small dorky chuckle, effectively nullifying it to keep his lips in the shape of his charming grin. He grew closer as she asked for more details about the fight. His leg brushing her's as their sides came together, but he still partially faced her. "I kissed our band's singer. She's dating someone else in the band and he punched me. That's how that went."

Hana felt Garret's leg brushed her own as he moved closer. She thought he was going to kiss her in that moment. But instead he explained the rest of the story. To her his voice sounded distant compared to the pounding of her own heart in her ears. "Well Garret, no one is going to punch you if you kiss me. I promise," said Hana. She then leaned in a little closer hoping he would takre the prompt.

Azazel had no choice but to watch as Yori had shaken herself for him to see, He made a strange sound as he stopped breathing, but had inhaled enough that his chest was full of air. It escaped him at a small tone, making something that sounded like a hybrid between a wheeze and a groan. He then heard Yori speak in English, and the sound stopped as his entire body froze, he was even sure his heart had stopped. He felt all the color in his body drain as he was found out, he would have to use another language when he wanted to vocalize thoughts that couldn't stay
locked in his head but were too inappropriate for others to hear."Oh...Yori-San…" He finally said, some color returning to him as he felt his body begin to pulse again. She continued walking, but he did not. He was still frozen in his embarrassment, and would have continued to do so if his bag had not begun to slip. The bag in his right hand had begun to slip from his weakening grip of his fingers, and it had left the clutch of the fingertips for only a second before he snapped to attention and crouched rapidly, turning his body towards the bag as his right hand snatched it from the air and secured it against his side. He stood back up, regaining composure and posture as he shrugged off whatever imaginary burden he was now holding. He shook his head, and looked back up at Yori, grunting quietly as he continued to walk behind her.

They had arrived at a door, Yori having opened the door and handing him the keycard that opened it. He took it with his dominant left hand after shrugging the bag out of his hand and into his elbow crease inside his arm. He nodded his head in thanks as he quickly looked into the beautifully decorated and furnished room, a relaxed sigh escaping his lips as his shoulders sunk a little, taking in the room in all of its glory. Yori had begun explaining to him the standards of hospitality, and he slowly turned his head reluctantly from the room to her, forgetting that she was better to look at than the room. He had heard every word she had said, and he wasn't confused at all, just unsure of what to do now.
"Oh, the kitchen?" He said, returning to Japanese and sounding disappointed, he knew that he would eventually order food or visit the restaurant--did they have a restaurant? His face twisted away as he looked up to ponder this thought, he shook his head and returned back to looking at Yori, looking interestedly into her eyes. "Well, that's…" He paused, "Going to the front desk isn't going to be nearly as interesting if you're not there. I should consider myself blessed for being lucky enough to meet you tonight." He looked disappointed, but really he was sad. He was sure he would be asking for lots from the front desk, and now it wouldn't be the gorgeous Yori. Not even a half hour into his vacation and he was already given bad news. "Well, I guess I'll see you around?" He said, shrugging. He bowed slightly, even keeping his head low but not breaking eye contact. "Thank you, Yori-San." He straightened his posture, "I appreciate everything you've done for me, I'll talk to whoever should be at the front desk over the phone later." He stood there in the doorway, waiting for her to say something, he didn't want to walk away from her yet. "Oh right," He began, and he reached into the room and lightly put down the bag in his left elbow, followed by the bag from his right hand. After placing both bags in the room he got his wallet ready and drew out some colorful bills with his index fingers and thumbs. He quickly got out a five thousand yen bill and pocketed his wallet and the remaining money as he handed her the bill. "It's typically custom to give a gratuity to those who help you, at least I've done this everywhere I went and have come to believe." He began, "I can't exactly ask you to join me for drinks or something similar." He said, chuckling nervously, "So…please take this?" he finished, asking more than saying.

Yori waved her hand at him to indicate he should put the money away. "Don't tip me. I didn't even carry the bags. Besides, you CAN ask me to drinks later and I DO accept. I would much rather have that. I'll see you later and your buying so hold on to that," she said playfully.

All those nice compliments Azazel was saying secretly made Yori's day. She found him ruggedly handsome and charming. Part of Yori just wanted to jump his bones here and now. But the man is supposed to make the first move. She writes a note and hands it to him,"Here is my cell and the time I get off. Call then to invite me for drinks. Is there anything else before I go?" She purposely looked for an excuse to stay. There was a lull in the kitchen now.

Joana heard the voice of the handyman suddenly, making her look up. Her glasses were a bit foggy by now, but she ignored it as she took in his appearance, seeing the towel and a tray with some Sake and some cups. Seeing him disrobing so blatantly, she blushed lightly, it was something she had to get used to, although naked men were not new to her. "No problems so far. I just need to get the flight out of my body and relax." She said, letting him down next to her.

She looked him over, it was easy to tell he did stuff around here with how toned his body was. Even if he might not mean to, he was rather fit. "I try to ignore people like that." She admitted, nodding as he offered her sake. "Please. I haven't tried proper Japanese Sake before but I've always wanted to." She smiled, trying to be friendly and open, turning halfways towards him.

"I don't know about 'proper', but this is some good sake. Here I'll pour you a cup," said Taro. He then poured Joanna and himself a glass each. "The jet lag is a killer. Best to relax. So where you from? If I may ask," said Taro trying make small talk. He also half turned toward to Joanna so they are facing each other.

 

[Viktoff Samson]

To her words, Garret had given a mildly surprised look. His lips parted, just a bit while his eyebrows raised and he continued looking deeply into her eyes. Slowly, his expression relaxed into his familiar grin. "That's a curious comment, Hana." He spoke in a low, quiet voice as he drew toward her to match her own movement. His lips taking hers as he sucks upon her upper lip, a hand of expert and lengthy pale fingers touches to her abdomen's side which is opposite of him. That hand working into a caress of her hip as he draws ever-closer and prolongs the kiss with a few deep smooches. His eyes were closed, but he listened carefully to any audible response.

 

[Russian Vodka]

For some reason, Joana didn't feel too worried about them being naked in the hot water. It was calming and soothing, helping with her jet lag and keeping her mind at ease. "It's Japanese, that's all that matters." She grinned, able to tell from the bottle that it wasn't made in a foreign country while she watched Taro pour them a glass of sake each, accepting it when he was done before taking a whiff. It smelled of alcohol and rice, but also some spices she couldn't quite name.

"I'm from the United States. I needed to get away, and I had both money and a holiday, so I found this place online and figured it'd be nice to just spend some time relaxing and forgetting about my daily life." She explained, figuring it'd be alright to share that much with him. "So lets toast to the joy of naturally warm water." She raised her glass with a sly grin, waiting for him to return the toast before taking a good sip, enjoying the way the alcohol burned down her throat.

 

[Hisako-K]

Azazel looked shocked as she waved away the money, he was so used to this being an almost automatic process when he was staying in hotels and such in other countries that he started wondering what the point of giving people money who took you to your room was even about. Before he had too long to think on that Yori interrupted him. He felt his face start to tingle in his cheeks and a small heat build up, he looked away and into the room and turned his head back towards Yori's.
"Uh…Drinks? Th-thank you um." His nose started to itch, but he didn't want to touch it in front of her. She wrote down something and handed it to him. He looked down at the small paper and grabbed it with his right hand and held it in between his index and middle finger. It took him a few seconds to realize it wasn't a random sequence of numbers--as if women randomly handed out random numbers to men. He doubted it was Japanese custom to just hand men random numbers if they found you attractive. He looked back up as he reached into his pocket with the note, folding it in half vertically with his right hand as he put it in the pocket. He prayed that he didn’t forget about the note and made sure to focus on remember where it was. He was excited now, he had another thing to look forward to aside from enjoying the hot springs. His head snapped back up, lingering on her chest which forced him to awkwardly jerk his head upwards and back to her eyes again.
"Wait, invite you…" he looked into his room and saw the lack of mini-fridge or bar like all western hotels he had stayed in provided. "Where do I…exactly get drinks, and invite you to my room? That's a little…" His eyes darted back to her chest and he swallowed hard. He cleared his throat and straightened his posture, making his back rigid, and closing his eyes. When he opened them his tone seemed more confident as he finally spoke again. "I would be honored if you would join me tonight for drinks." His composure had returned. "If you could tell me how I can acquire drinks and what kind you would like I will endeavor to acquire them for you." He asked, although it sounded more like a statement with his tone.

 

[Zeth]

For some reason, Joana didn't feel too worried about them being naked in the hot water. It was calming and soothing, helping with her jet lag and keeping her mind at ease. "It's Japanese, that's all that matters." She grinned, able to tell from the bottle that it wasn't made in a foreign country while she watched Taro pour them a glass of sake each, accepting it when he was done before taking a whiff. It smelled of alcohol and rice, but also some spices she couldn't quite name.

"I'm from the United States. I needed to get away, and I had both money and a holiday, so I found this place online and figured it'd be nice to just spend some time relaxing and forgetting about my daily life." She explained, figuring it'd be alright to share that much with him. "So lets toast to the joy of naturally warm water." She raised her glass with a sly grin, waiting for him to return the toast before taking a good sip, enjoying the way the alcohol burned down her throat.

"I'll drink to that," said Taro. He returned the toast and took the shot. It burned down his throat a little. "I came here to visit once. And some how I wound up working here and never leaving. Funny story," shared Taro. He looked over at Hana kissing Garret. "I never seen Hana-chan so bold before. Want to see iof we can do better?"Asked Taro with a sly grin while he waggled his eyebrows.

 

[Zeth]

Azazel looked shocked as she waved away the money, he was so used to this being an almost automatic process when he was staying in hotels and such in other countries that he started wondering what the point of giving people money who took you to your room was even about. Before he had too long to think on that Yori interrupted him. He felt his face start to tingle in his cheeks and a small heat build up, he looked away and into the room and turned his head back towards Yori's.
"Uh…Drinks? Th-thank you um." His nose started to itch, but he didn't want to touch it in front of her. She wrote down something and handed it to him. He looked down at the small paper and grabbed it with his right hand and held it in between his index and middle finger. It took him a few seconds to realize it wasn't a random sequence of numbers--as if women randomly handed out random numbers to men. He doubted it was Japanese custom to just hand men random numbers if they found you attractive. He looked back up as he reached into his pocket with the note, folding it in half vertically with his right hand as he put it in the pocket. He prayed that he didn’t forget about the note and made sure to focus on remember where it was. He was excited now, he had another thing to look forward to aside from enjoying the hot springs. His head snapped back up, lingering on her chest which forced him to awkwardly jerk his head upwards and back to her eyes again.
"Wait, invite you…" he looked into his room and saw the lack of mini-fridge or bar like all western hotels he had stayed in provided. "Where do I…exactly get drinks, and invite you to my room? That's a little…" His eyes darted back to her chest and he swallowed hard. He cleared his throat and straightened his posture, making his back rigid, and closing his eyes. When he opened them his tone seemed more confident as he finally spoke again. "I would be honored if you would join me tonight for drinks." His composure had returned. "If you could tell me how I can acquire drinks and what kind you would like I will endeavor to acquire them for you." He asked, although it sounded more like a statement with his tone.

Yori then store into space a momentary as she pondered the question."Well I suppose you could simply order a bottle from room service. People also drink in the hot spring itself or the common room. I never stayed here, so I always brought something from a nearby store and stuck it in the hotel fridge. But if you prefer meeting in the hotspring later instead of your room, that is fine. But I didn't bring a suit so I would be *naked* with you," she said with a small smile. Yori caught the glance at her chest and decided to tease him a little.