Ami blinked and craned her head towards the bathroom door. That was strange. She glanced down to her book, the warm water she was comfortably submerged in, and her distinct lack of attire, then sighed. Who would visit her at such an hour?
It had to be a friend, probably Makoto. Who else would have any reason? The thought made Ami smile somewhat. Her hands slowly set the book down. Ami climbed out of the bath, drew the towel around her body, and began to walk across the floor towards the entrance.
She fought back a shiver as her bare feet touched the ground, as she was still drenched. Ami would just tell her friend she was obviously still indisposed, and politely ask them to wait until she got dried off and dressed(ideally in that order). Then as Ami reached out for the door and began to open it, the dripping wet towel-clad female found a surprise waiting for her.
As she leaned around the slowly opening door, she realized...
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