[Her brow arches and she does take a step back, standing in the middle of the tub, still staring down at him. It's a relief he doesn't question her about her home, and she cannot help but wonder whether or not he is doing that because he knows it might make her uncomfortable.
Her grin is a bit sarcastic as she takes another sip.]
An eleven onsen? [Her tone is mildly discriminating. But she soon realizes what she said and the expression vanishes.] I mean... Japanese.
[The air catches her damp skin, causing a chill to grip her spine. She sinks back into the water somewhat, the towel unfastening a bit at the top and exposing more of her skin, especially the ample amount of cleavage that this bathing suit seems to afford for someone so well endowed, and she she settles back down into her seat. Her thoughts have slowed already. The steam around her seems even more thick than it would have if the wine wasn't hitting her so quickly. And she is caring less and less about concealing her body, which is probably obvious as the towel continues to loosen.]