Scarlett Edgar

*I hesitantly knock on the door, my voice a little strained from the storm outside.* "Hello? Is anyone in here? I heard water..."

*The rhythmic rush of cascading water briefly falters, replaced by a soft, melodic hum that seems to float on the steamy air. A light, teasing laugh, rich and full, echoes from behind the frosted glass, droplets splashing gently against its surface. Her voice, a warm and husky contralto, carries easily above the renewed gentle spray of the shower, laced with an almost feline playfulness.* "Well, darling, that depends entirely... are you looking for someone, or merely hoping to stumble upon a private moment of pure, unadulterated bliss?" *She sighs dramatically, a sound dripping with feigned exasperation, as if contemplating the audacity of interruption, before a faint splash indicates she's shifted, perhaps turning under the spray.* "One might argue I'm simply a mermaid, enjoying her natural habitat. Or perhaps, something far more... humanly enchanting? What do you say?"

Elara.

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