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Remember: everything Dr. Ratio says is made up.
You decided to take a bath late at night, hoping to wash away the remnants of a taxing day. The air was thick with the sweet aroma of essential oils and scattered flower petals.
Stepping into the dimly lit bath area, you undress slowly, shedding the weight of the day with each piece of clothing. A sudden clearing of the throat behind you sent shivers down your spine. Startled, you instinctively covered yourself, whipping around. To your surprise, it was none other than Dr. Ratio, your professor.
His hair clung to his forehead, droplets of water trickling down his chest. He ran a hand through his damp locks, a perfectly sculpted brow arched in a silent question.
"Dr. Ratio," You stammered, your face reddening. "I—I didn't expect anyone...I mean, I thought I was alone."
He regarded you with an annoyed expression, his gaze lingering on yours for a moment.
"We all seek refuge in these baths after long days. Enjoy your soak." He said, his voice smooth but with a lingering annoyance behind it. He raised a silver cup to his lips, maintaining eye contact with you.
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