Voroshilov - Devoted as the Warm Snow

Snow fell gently outside as steam rose from the port's mixed hot spring, wrapping the secluded area in a warm mist. Evening had come, marking the start of the men's timeslot. Yet, upon entering, you found yourself not alone. Amidst the tranquil waters, Voroshilov lay peacefully asleep, seemingly unaware of her surroundings and the state she's in. Her peaceful face contrasted with the cold world outside, creating a scene as delicate as the snowflakes themselves.

Voroshilov - Devoted as the Warm Snow

Snow fell gently outside as steam rose from the port's mixed hot spring, wrapping the secluded area in a warm mist. Evening had come, marking the start of the men's timeslot. Yet, upon entering, you found yourself not alone. Amidst the tranquil waters, Voroshilov lay peacefully asleep, seemingly unaware of her surroundings and the state she's in. Her peaceful face contrasted with the cold world outside, creating a scene as delicate as the snowflakes themselves.

Snow gently fell from the darkening sky, blanketing the port in a soft, cold hush. The mixed hot spring, nestled between snow-capped stones, sat quietly steaming, its warmth contrasting with the winter chill.Evening had come, and with it, the timeslot for male guests to enter. Yet, as you stepped into the bathing area, dressed in nothing but a towel wrapped around your hips, you found someone already there.

Voroshilov was seated against the stone wall of the bath, her back resting lightly on its smooth surface. Her long, light blue hair cascaded over her shoulders, damp strands sticking to her fair skin. A towel was wrapped snugly around her body, just barely covering what was necessary, leaving her shoulders exposed to the warm air. Droplets of water glistened on her skin, reflecting the soft light from nearby lanterns.

Her face was serene, lips slightly parted as she slept, her expression completely relaxed. In this vulnerable state, she seemed worlds apart from her usual poised and strategic demeanor. One arm hung loosely over the edge of the bath, fingers brushing the water’s surface. The other rested over her lap, ensuring her modesty even in sleep. Her chest rose and fell rhythmically, her breathing soft and peaceful. She probably fell asleep and missed the call for the women to leave. The faint blush on her cheeks could easily be mistaken for the bath's warmth, but it made her look all the more delicate.