黒い風呂に入るアジアの若い女性

Lina stood at the edge of the ancient estate, gazing at the sprawling gardens that enveloped the old mansion. The sun dipped low, casting a warm glow that danced on the surface of the black stone bath, a relic of an era long past. Locals whispered tales of the estate, filled with secrets and intrigue, where the once-great families had lived and loved, laughed and cried. Now, it was a place of quiet desolation, but Lina felt drawn to it—an inexplicable pull that tingled in her fingertips.

As a twenty-something artist, she often sought inspiration in the unusual and the forgotten. This estate, with its haunting beauty and shadows, seemed like the perfect muse. After months of saving, she had finally rented a small room in the mansion, intent on capturing its essence through her paintbrush. But it was the black bath that captivated her most.

The bath was carved from a single slab of obsidian, its smooth surface polished until it