Kyouko slipped the straps of her dress from her shoulders, letting the fabric fall in a soft whisper around her feet. Her underwear followed, folded neatly onto the stool beside the sink.
She adjusted the taps until the water ran warm, then lifted the shower head into her hand. Steam curled around her body as the first stream flowed down.
She began at her feet, as always. The warm water kissed her skin, running over her ankles and heels, tracing upward across her calves. She took her time, lifting the spray slowly to her thighs. Her skin gleamed under the running water, every curve and line glistening.
Kyouko closed her eyes briefly. This was her moment of peace.
A ritual she had never abandoned.
The spray moved higher, gliding over her hips, the soft swell of her ass. She lingered there, tilting the nozzle so the warmth flowed across the roundness. She knew well how Haruki's hands always found her there, how much he loved the feel of her curves. A faint smile curved her lips.
