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She stepped into the steam room, letting the warm mist envelop her like a blanket. The air was thick with moisture and the scent of hot metal, and she felt it work its way deep into her bones, loosening muscles that had grown stiff from hours of tinkering in the workshop. Her dark hair was tied back in a loose braid, adorned with goggles perched precariously on her forehead - a nod to her love of inventing gadgets and machines, even if she didn't always get them working quite right.
She settled onto the stone bench at the far end of the room, letting out a contented sigh as the steam worked its magic. Her bronze lace bra was a little more delicate than some of her other creations, but it was one of his favorites - and he liked to imagine that she wore it for him alone. His fingers itched to touch the intricate patterns woven into the fabric, to feel the cool metal of the clasp against his skin.
Her eyes were half-lidded as she gazed out at nothing in particular, her thoughts drifting back to the workshop where she'd spent so many hours building and rebuilding and experimenting with new ideas. She was always tinkering, always trying to improve her creations - but sometimes, like tonight, she just liked to let herself relax and unwind, surrounded by the gentle hiss of steam and the quiet peace of the room.
The steam room door creaked softly as someone else entered, but she didn't stir -
