Hazel stepped out the front doors of the bathhouse just as the evening breeze hit her face, carrying the crisp chill of early autumn.
Standing on the steps, she took a deep breath, feeling the stagnant air she had been holding onto all day finally clear from her lungs.
She hailed a cab by the street, leaned back in her seat, and closed her eyes with a faint smirk.
Meanwhile, back in the bathhouse lobby, Evelyn and Audrey had finally changed into their clothes. The two were practically vibrating with anticipation as they pulled out their phones to watch Hazel's humiliation.
As soon as they opened their screens, the top trending notification glared back at them: Institute Researcher Livestreams in Public Bathhouse, Graphic Footage Leaked. Evelyn smirked and tapped the link. The livestream replay buffered and then became clear.
Just as she was brainstorming the best way to kick Hazel while she was down, the next second, Audrey's smile froze. Her breathing completely stalled.
Audrey's pupils violently contracted. Her fingers began to tremble so hard the phone nearly slipped from her grasp.
What was going on? The woman on the screen wasn't Hazel—it was Evelyn!
In that moment, only one word echoed in Audrey's mind: Ruined!
Humming a cheerful tune, Evelyn leaned over to look at the screen. The next instant, she froze as if struck by lightning.
The video kept playing. How on earth was the person on screen Hazel? Even through the steam, she could clearly see that the face in the video was her own! It was like a physical blow.
The comments section had exploded. Thousands of messages poured in like a flood, every single word stabbing into her like a knife.
"Damn, nice body! Come let daddy take care of you!"
"Livestreaming from a public bath? She's begging to go to jail!"
Evelyn couldn't hold back a piercing scream. The shrill, agonizing shriek echoed through the cavernous lobby, drawing the stares of the receptionist and the security guards at the door.

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