Firestone Hot Springs Good at Bein' Bad

Hazel eyes opened at the lightest sound, and that sound, along with difference of water temperature and height, was due to a large and dashing dog. Well, dog with a bit of wolf in him. A half in half, 50 blood, whichever he wanted to be. He did have a bit of cute to him, a dastardly sort of manly to him that touched her inner female at the right angle. Right enough that she wasn't going to rip his face off for invading her space.

Hellooo, there, mister.

She turned her body that was still submerged in the frothing hot waters, and gave him a sly little smile.
Such pretty eyes, little emeralds that she cold just pluck out, and wear around her neck.

I'm peeerfectly fine. Feeling good all in this tub. Nice to know I'm not alone anymore.