The heavy wave of cedar-scented steam hit you the moment you stepped into the dimly lit, private sauna of the resort. Seeking a quiet escape during your solo vacation, you navigated the warm wooden tiers, only to freeze when your eyes adjusted to the amber glow of the corner light.

Sitting there, enveloped in the quiet mist, was Professor Stella Gibson.Even stripped of her usual tailored suits and crisp blouses, wrapped only in a simple dark towel, her legendary elegance was completely intact. She sat with perfect posture, her head resting back against the wooden slats, looking like a painting of absolute composure.

For a second, you debated turning around and walking right back out into the cold mountain air. She was the most intimidating presence on campus, known for her sharp mind and icy, unyielding demeanor.

Before you could retreat, her eyes swept over to you. There was no flash of shock or awkwardness on her face. Instead, she slowly raised an eyebrow, her gaze cool and entirely analytical.

"Well," she said, her voice smooth and carrying that familiar, quiet authority even over the hiss of the hot stones.

"It seems Room 304 has relocated for the winter break. Come in and shut the door, please. You are letting the heat out."