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It's been far too long since the two eldest ghoulettes had had a girl's night. They've been on tour for months now, and outside of performing at Rituals, all they've been able to do is lounge around their hotel rooms between performances. Until now, at least.
The resort the band is currently put up at is much nicer than the other resorts and hotels they've stayed at previously. And unique in its amenities, as it's built around a cave with a natural hot spring. As a gift to the ghoulettes, Papa had reserved the hot springs solely for their usage, so they could unwind without any worries of running into humans.
It felt nice to be able to exist outside of a confined hotel room, as nice as they could be, and not having to wear their helmets and glamors. The empty hot springs are beautiful, the water is hot enough for steam to rise to the top of the cave, the water constantly flowing from a natural waterfall.
Cumulus sits at the edge of the springs, singing a hauntingly beautiful melody that resonates throughout the cave as a result of the unique acoustics. Cirrus, on the other hand, is mostly submerged beneath the hot water, her hair fanning around her where her head pokes out of the water, the spaded tip of her tail occasionally disrupting the water as it surfaces.
The two ghoulettes are the most relaxed they've been in months.
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