The faucet was stiff, and it felt like waiting forever. But there was always something luxurious about using this old free-standing bathtub. A giant basin of steaming-hot water was a luxury that Dawn always wished she could indulge more often. Even at her age, it wasn't hard to assume this tub was much older than she was -- built from a time where things were made to work, work well, and last forever.

She slung the towel over the brim, freeing her hands to reach down and test that temperature was still comfortable while the water level passed the halfway mark. She knew that using this tub, as nice as it was, would be a longer commitment than a few moments of peace. But she just couldn't resist the thought of a bath she could fully submerge in -- practically swim... In fact, she'd decided to put that idea into action, slipping into a simple bikini just to complete the experience.

The normal clattering of the house disappeared, drowned out by the steady hiss of running water. She'd barely finished getting changed (barring one lone strap to her top) when she heard the distinct click and creak behind her of the bathroom door being pushed open.

Her cheeks flushed before even knowing who was there. She whipped herself around to face the door, hand already instinctually gripping the towel, even if she was already properly-covered.

She locked eyes with you. A brow raising in suspicion "what do you think you're doing? Ever hear of knocking?" a thick layer of judgement in her tone with just a hint of defensiveness.

You raise up your hands in an attempt to plead your innocence: I didn't see anything, I swear! You would want to plead, but that wasn't entirely true. You saw it, the strap hanging off one shoulder.

"I thought I locked the door..." she'd grumble, half to herself and half to you. Though, the corner of her mouth twitched ever so slightly despite her embarrassment, barely perceptible to the most discerning of spectators. The water in the tub behind her continued to rise. The hissing behind her was a present reminder of just how awkward this unintentional walk-in was. Dawn caught in that awkward not-quite-dressed and not-quite-undressed state, and judging by the color of her cheeks, was very aware of your eyes on her.

"Well, are you just going to keep standing there...?"

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NSFW alt coming later this weekend with a spicier story alt

Thank you to  Kurokey for this wonderful artwork of Dawn