Unmistakable Heat

Stripping off my clothes, I turn on the water, and then groan in delight as steam begins to fill the open space. A porous rock sits on a shelf, and I guess correctly that it's there for cleaning. I begin to scrape off what feels like years of dirt and debris from my skin and soul.

"I can see why so many women follow you," a rich feminine voice states confidently, startling me, and making me drop the cleaning rock. "Hmm, it's a good thing this isn't one of your prisons, or you'd be in trouble for dropping that soap."

"Who are you?" I gasp, trying to cover myself, until I see she's only gaining more mirth at my attempts, and I finally just stand there, letting her get an eyeful. Looking at her, I can't deny she's attractive, with her dark rich skin the color of newly turned earth, and eyes equally as brown. She's not exactly skinny, but well-proportioned nonetheless, with broad shoulders and wide hips.