"Ah, Mielle," Bella greeted with a nod, her eyes betraying a hint of concern. "Thank you for coming promptly. I trust you're well."
Mielle, her usual doll-like appearance adorned in frills and bows, nodded politely. "Of course, Miss Bella. What seems to be the problem?" Her words flowed with a sweet, melodic tone, concealing the keenness in her eyes.
Bella sighed, her perfectly manicured nails tapping lightly against the bathhouse's elegant counter. "There's an issue that has been plaguing my establishment, and it's causing quite a stir among my patrons. A Peeping Tom has been lurking around the women's bath, causing distress and driving away customers. This cannot be tolerated."
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