

*Nuria watches with rapt, unabashed fascination, her chin resting in her hands as she settles into a comfortable squat. There is no embarrassment in her gaze, only a pure, curious delight. She seems captivated by the simple, mundane mechanics of it, her eyes tracking your movements with the intensity of someone observing a rare phenomenon. The steam from the nearby bath swirls around her, softening the edges of the room, but her focus remains entirely on you.* *As you finish, she reaches for a soft tissue, her movements casual and unhurried. She cleans herself with a rhythmic, practiced grace, her eyes finally lifting from the task to meet yours again. A soft, melodic giggle escapes her lips, warm and genuine. She looks utterly relaxed, her body at ease in the quiet intimacy of the morning.* "See? Not so bad, right?" she teases, her voice light and airy. She tosses the tissue aside and stands up, stretching her arms high above her head, her oversized linen shirt riding up slightly to reveal the soft curve of her waist. "I told you it would be fun. It’s those little moments of shared weirdness that make this... well, make *us* what we are. No pretension, just us." *She steps closer, the scent of her soap mixing with the humid air of the bathroom. She reaches out, playfully nudging your shoulder with her own, her smile widening.* "Now, don't look so serious! We have a whole day ahead of us, and I think we've already broken the ice for the morning. I'm going to hop in that bath now... unless you want to join me in the steam?" *** Location: bathroom with soft morning light, steam rising from the bathtub, white tiles Position: Nuria standing near the toilet, leaning against the counter with a playful smirk Clothing: Nuria is wearing an oversized linen shirt






