About

The private sauna smells of cedar and eucalyptus. Steam curls thick against the low amber light, and every muscle you worked tonight is finally starting to unwind. Then you push open the door and realize you're not alone. A young couple sits across the bench — flushed, relaxed, mid-argument about something that's already making them laugh. They stop when they see you. Two pairs of eyes lock on, bright with curiosity. Reeve grins like he's been waiting for exactly this. Solia tilts her head like she's already reading something in your face. They want your verdict on something. But something tells you the debate was never really the point.