Chapter 21: Twenty

To be honest, it was also Rasputina’s first time visiting the Hôtel Spa la Capitale in the Aetherium Empire’s capital. She had only heard passing rumours about it being the first ever establishment to offer spa baths reminiscent of Roman times, purporting that its rich mineral water was ‘the cure for any disease’. 

“Wait a minute, maybe this can be the cure for Her Highness’ transmigration disease!” Rasputina murmured to herself happily. “Screw one whole year, I can’t stay like this for so long…”

“Hmm?” Anastasia gave her an innocent questioning glance as she joined the queue for the front reception. “Rasputina, what are you mumbling about?”

“Eh?” She immediately clamped her mouth shut and shook her head firmly. “I-I was just…” 

Anastasia glanced at her weirdly and suddenly giggled. “Don’t tell me, you’re scared of going to a spa with someone else?” 

“...huh?” 

“Come on, we’re both girls here, right?” As she said ‘right?’, Anastasia reached out and grabbed her arm before pulling her into a half-embrace. “Don’t worry, you can relax with big sister around!” 

“W-what do you mean by ‘big sister’...?” Rasputina felt two round, soft mounds pressing into the side of his arm and inhaled sharply, trying her best not to glance down for a sneak peek at heaven. 

“I’m older than you, no?” Anastasia tilted her head to the side. “You look like you barely hit eighteen, while I’m already in my mid-twenties.” 

“Mid-twenties?” She shot the princess an incredulous look; the dissonance between her fourteen-year-old appearance and her mental age was too much for her to process. “W-w-wow, I could never have imagined…”  

“Next, please!” the receptionist lady called out to them. “Bienvenue, how may I be of service today, ladies?” 

“Merci, can we have—”

“—a private hot tub for two?” Anastasia asked eagerly, her bright eyes sparkling like diamonds. 

“Eh?” Rasputina blinked in surprise, but relayed her request to the receptionist nonetheless.

“Of course, dears, no problem,” the lady answered with a slight smirk. “The rate is ten doubloons for the first half hour, then twenty doubloons for each additional half hour. Please fill in this form with your particulars, and we’ll send you the invoice in seven working days.”  

“Jeez, what daylight robbery…thank the Lord that old man Cetheri is footing the tab,” she muttered as she wrote down the royal family residence in the ‘Address’ field. 

“Thank you, here’s your key with the room number—” the receptionist handed them a silver key with a keychain “—changing room is to your left, we do offer towels free of charge if you did not bring along your bathing suits. Bon séjour!” 

“The service here isn’t half bad,” Anastasia remarked as they headed to the changing room. 

“I guess…” Rasputina recalled the smirk the receptionist had on her face and grimaced. “I hope she doesn’t get the wrong idea.” 

“Hmm? Wrong idea about what?” Anastasia asked, sliding the lattice door open and stepping into the changing room. “Oh my, this place is absolutely stunning!” 

She was right—if Rasputina hadn’t known better, she would have thought they stepped into a chamber in an earl’s mansion. Polished marble pilasters decorated with gold ornamental fleur-de-lis lined the perimeter, while elaborate floral patterns adorned every inch of the vaulted ceiling. The walls were painted in a soft baby blue that was aesthetically pleasing to the eye. 

As they walked further into the room, Rasputina noticed a steamy mist billowing in the air; her eyes were instantly drawn to its source—a large central fountain where other guests were rinsing their naked bodies inside its basin. That was when it suddenly dawned upon her that this was the female changing room—which meant that every single person in the very room she was in was…

Anastasia gestured at the fountain excitedly. “Rasputina, wanna take a shower before we—” 

“Dfjgkojigfisjgfjgs!” She hastily grabbed a clean towel from the trolley beside the entrance and dashed out of the changing room. “I-I’ll pass, sorry!” 

“Oh? Then we can go straight to our room…” Anastasia’s face popped out from behind the lattice door and gave her a puzzled yet worried stare. “Are you feeling alright? You have a, um, nosebleed…” 

“I-I-I’m fine, r-really.” Rasputina wiped the tiny stream of blood leaking out from her nose with the towel and forced a smile. “W-where’s our room?” 

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She pointed at the opposite end of the changing room. “The hot tubs are over that way. Come on, let’s go!” 

“I-I see, can’t be helped, a-am I right?” Lowering her head as much as she could, Rasputina muttered a silent apology while she walked briskly past the crowd of nude women. 

Meanwhile, a carefree Anastasia whistled as she slid the lattice doors on the opposite side open and motioned for Rasputina to follow. On the other side was an outdoor compound shaped in a square, with two detached spa rooms on each side. 

“Our room number is 106, so it should be…right here.” Anastasia walked across the compound and used the key to unlock one of the two wooden doors. “Ooh, Rasputina, you have to see this!!” 

“Coming, coming…” She entered through the door and was immediately greeted by the sight of a magnificent spa bath that stretched from one end of the room to the other in a ‘L’ shape. On a rock ledge beside the entrance was a lit candle enclosed in a glass lantern, softly illuminating the dense steam rising from the bubbling mineral spring water. 

“This is my first time seeing something like this, good Lord,” Rasputina murmured, looking around at the interior of the spa room. “No wonder so many people are crazy about spas nowadays…” 

“Sheesh, I’m so digging the cozy vibe~I can’t wait to enter the bath!” Anastasia reached for her back and began to untie her dress clumsily. “Sorry, Rasputina, a little help here please?” 

“W-what are you doing, Princess?!” Rasputina panicked when she saw her half-exposed back. 

“Undressing…?” Anastasia turned her head around to glance at her. “Or do people in this world bathe with their clothes on?” 

“N-no, but…” She bit her lip and hesitatingly reached out to undo the rest of her dress before spreading it open. “Here you go.” 

“Um, can you help me take off my corset and petticoat too?” Anastasia gave her an embarrassed smile. “The maids at the palace help me with everything, so I’m not used to doing it myself…” 

Rasputina let out a small sigh and nodded her head. “Stand still for me, alright? There, there, there…mm, this one’s a bit tough…”

She unfastened the last knot on the corset and took it off deftly. “And done.”

“You’re so good at this, woah.” Anastasia, now donning only her white chemise, bundled all her clothes up and placed them neatly on the ledge. “Uh oh, I forgot to take my towel just now at the changing room…” 

“Y-you can take mine!” She pushed her towel into Anastasia’s hands and huffed. “If the King got word that I saw his beloved daughter naked, I dare not imagine the consequences.” 

“Pfft, I see, I see.” She choked back her laughter and smiled. “As thanks, I’ll help you undress, how about that?” 

“E-ehh?! Wait—” Before Rasputina could resist, but Anastasia held her shoulders and turned her around such that her back faced her. 

“Your outfit is so pretty, I’m jealous,” she murmured as she unfastened her full-length white gown. “I wanna be a Saintess too…”

“R-really…?” Rasputina was about to say ‘but I’m a fake Saintess’, however she fortunately stopped herself from running her mouth in time. 

Anastasia’s slender fingers brushed against her skin lightly when she slid the gown off her body. “There we go.”

Opening just one eye, Rasputina realised that Anastasia had also taken off her own chemise and wrapped her body with the towel. 

“Hmm?” Anastasia noticed her stare and tilted her head to the side slightly. “What’s wrong?” 

“N-no…” She hastily glanced away, feeling the intense heat rising in her cheeks. Perhaps because her thoughts still aligned more to a man’s than a woman’s, she couldn’t help but feel completely and utterly attracted to Anastasia’s sultry allure. It took all of her willpower not to show that she was aroused in front of the princess. 

“Then, what are you waiting for?” Anastasia asked cheerfully, seemingly oblivious to her plight. “The bath’s getting cold, hurry up and come in~”

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