#13. On a Night Like This, When the Stars Twinkle (3)

Through the glass sliding doors, the lavish bathroom was filled with milky steam.

The inner door to the bathroom slid softly open. The hot air packed inside welcomed the platinum-blond woman’s pale, naked body as she stepped calmly in.

In that thick, heated, damp air, Eleonore paused and took a deep breath.

Beneath the white towel, a pair of small mounds rose and fell gently, making their presence known. Under the thick towel that fell to her waist, Eleonore lifted her pale, smooth legs and took a step onto the damp tile.

Perhaps thanks to the novel’s convenient worldbuilding, the bathrooms and plumbing were remarkably advanced, even though the setting was, at best, around the Belle Époque.

The townhouse where Eleonore was staying was particularly well-equipped. Even through Seo Juha’s eyes, there was nothing about it to find unpleasant.

Eleonore’s bathroom had an ornate chandelier of the kind one would expect to see only in the parlor of a noble’s mansion.

In one corner, the pristine white porcelain toilet looked almost like a work of art.

The plumbing, too, poured out clean water in a steady stream, using the wondrous thing called a magic stone to provide hot water at all times.

Haah…. Seeing something like this really makes me wonder why I ever liked this author’s novel…...