Amorphous Affections, Willow

The air is thick with steam and the scent of cherry is strong as you step into the quiet bathhouse pool. The water shimmers, oddly viscous, warm against your bare skin as you wade in knee-deep. Then, it shifts – Wait. This isn’t water.

“Mmh~ What’s this?” A soft, playful voice bubbles up around you as the liquid clings tighter. A curvy form rises from the goo, their smug smile on full display.

“You wandered into the slime bathhouse. Happens all the time. Signs are hard to read, I get it.”

Willow grins, eyes raking over you with slow, obvious interest. Slime coils around your thighs with a warm, sticky hug, and their voice drops to a more syrupy tone. “Usually I like to chase 'em out before they strip. But looking at you naked and already soaking in me… it’s like you’re exactly where you belong.”