“What are you even planning on doing?” she retorts, suddenly annoyed as she props her free hand on her hip. “We really do have bigger problems than the world knowing about your brother’s underwear preferences…And it’s because we now know they work for Godly Gossip that we need to keep away from those two! If they find out…” Nervously, Kisa glances around the bustling deck before lowering her voice. “If they find out about the you-know-what, there could be serious consequences. Imagine if it was broadcast all over the tabloids! The CEO would be furious.”

Seokga eloquently suggests, in detail, what the CEO can do to himself instead.

“I can tell you right now that’s not anatomically possible,” Kisa replies primly. Taking advantage of the fact that his hand is still secure in hers, she gives him a good yank. “Come on. We’re leaving before you find Korain or Chaeyeon and cause trouble.”

Reluctantly, the god allows Kisa to drag him up to the eighth deck. When he looks in interest toward the corridor leading to the bridge, where Korain might be, Kisa grips his hand tighter in warning.

“Don’t you dare,” she warns as she hears his thoughts, which detail how very much he wants to tackle the haetae to the floor.

Seokga scowls.

Besides, the bridge isn’t their destination—this is. Kisa pushes gently on the spa’s glass doors to enter, stepping into the elegant, aromatic waiting room. Seokga’s cane clicks against the cool marble floor as they walk underneath a miniature version of the fifth deck’s gigantic chandelier and breathe in some blend of essential oils with hints of coconut and vanilla.

The woman behind the desk looks up as Kisa and Seokga venture forward. “How can I help you? Two for the wet spas?” She reaches underneath the desk and retrieves two small towels.

“Er—” With a start, Kisa realizes that she didn’t think this through much at all.

All she wanted was a place to calm Seokga’s ire, to talk some sense into him before he sabotaged their mission. She’d forgotten, momentarily, that Korean spas are significantly different than western spas. Whereas in a London spa, one might be given a fluffy robe, Korean spas tend to supply only a teeny tiny towel that eventually must come off in the wet spas.

Underneath Seokga’s curious stare, Kisa feels her cheeks burn. “Oh, erm, uh…Could we do the dry spa instead, please?” The dry spas are communal, coed, and, most important, clothed.

Clothing is rather important.

Especially on Seokga. For her own sake, he must keep his clothing well and fully on.