One of the things Mackenzie made sure to do when she planned her vacation was to look into finding a good onsen, a Japanese hot spring made for relaxation and, in some cases, communal bathing. Mackenzie had developed a slight love for Japanese culture in high school, and had held on to some of it into her adult life. One of these loves was the idea of being able to experience this unique cultural tradition.
Luckily for Mackenzie, there were plenty of places offering such a service in Tokyo, and she had complete control over where she decided to go. She wanted to avoid going to one of the more tourist-oriented places, preferring to have a more natural experience with the locals. It had taken some research to find a place that didn't cater especially to tourists, but Mackenzie had managed it. A swift (albeit uncomfortable) trip on the rail system later, and Mackenzie found herself handing over the money for admittance to the hot springs.
With a polite bow, Mackenzie cheerfully walked down the hallway of the establishment, slipping into the changing rooms. Unfortunately, Mackenzie was already setting herself up for a nightmare of a day. Her research hadn't clued her in to some quirks about her current location, and her grasp of the written language was far from complete. As the nubile redhead undressed, placing her neatly folded clothing into one of the provided bins, she had no idea what she was about to experience.
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