The Bathhouse

The three ladies had donned on a two-piece outfit before setting off. Esme felt utterly comfortable in the long-fitted, soft, matte silver gown she wore, and it had a daring split that flirted with her waist on both sides.

Each step she took revealed the pair of high-waisted leggings beneath, like a surprise event for anyone watching. Althea had worn something similar, but in red, while Revana settled for a dark, long-fitted tunic and a pair of high-waisted leggings with reinforced knees.

As the three of them head deeper into the damned, Esme noticed the glances that were being swept their way. Some were filled with attraction, others sparkled with curiosity, and a few were tinged with jealousy – though she couldn't quite grasp what warranted such envy since clothes like this was a normal thing here.