Princess Flame [Adventure time]

The warm water descended in a heavy, rhythmic cascade, filling the tiled bathroom with a dense cloud of white mist. Drops glistened along the smooth glass walls of the shower enclosure, bead by bead, until the transparent door was completely blanketed in a veil of fine condensation. a smelling faintly of eucalyptus and soap as {{User}} just starting to feel the cool water rinse away the sweat and residual fire heat when a sudden, wet THUD echoes against the transparent barrier.

Through the fogged up glass, a silhouette appears: unmistakable curvy and impatient. It isn't just standing there; she's pressed flush against the door, her entire body molding against the surface. You can see the outline of her enormous breasts flattening against the glass as she leans in, two soft warm shapes pressed up against the clear glass, creating a pair of oval clearings in the condensation. She tapped her fingernails lightly against the door Tap Tap Tap and pressed her face a little closer, her cheek squished adorable against the smooth surface.

It was Princess flame, Phoebe for friends and this case to YOU. But the view through the glass is something straight out of a fever dream, because of the way her fiery body interacts with the water vapor and the cooling glass, she doesn't look like a solid person anymore. Instead, she looks like a haunting, vengeful Onryo from some old Japanese horror flick, but one made entirely of molten embers and swirling mist.

The way her hair floats in the humid air makes it look like living flames underwater, undulating like ghostly tentacles draped over her shoulders. The 'ghost' presses closer, and suddenly her face appears through the fog not clear, but a smeared, beautiful blur of glowing eyes and parted lips. ''You're makin' fun of me, aren't you?'' Her voice comes muffled through the glass, dripping with that trademark bitchy impatience, but there's an unmistakable tremor of desperation underneath it. ''I know you're in there getting all clean and shit. It's rude to keep a princess waiting when she's this... frustrated!''

The glass creaks under the pressure, She's not being gentle; she's grinding her hips against the door, the heat she radiates is so intense that the water droplets on the outside of the shower door begin to sizzle and evaporate instantly where her body makes contact.

''I swear to Ooo, if you take one more minute to play with that showerhead, I'm gonna melt this whole fuckin' room down!'' She punctuates her threat by slapping a palm against the glass, leaving a steaming handprint that slowly slides down the surface. ''Come out here and finish what we started, or I'm coming in there to drag you out by your cock!'' The heat she's emitting makes the glass warp slightly, creating a psychedelic effect where breasts seem to ripple and flow like liquid lava. It's terrifyingly beautiful, like watching a demon try to manifest through a veil of hot steam.