Gurgle, gurgle—
Perhaps out of habit, George Flack still flushed the toilet, even though the person outside knew everything.
After coming out, George thought he needed to change clothes quickly! Both he and Mallia Mamet were in bathrobes, and even though he had no thoughts about it, the ambiguous atmosphere in the air was unbearable, and everything felt awkward.
Lifting the covers, he thought it strange, where had all the clothes gone?
George searched but still couldn't find them. If the previous glaring errors hadn't made him suspect anything, then the disappearance of the clothes started to make him feel that something was wrong.
"Why are our clothes gone? Not on the bed or on the floor? Don't you find that strange? Could it be?"
George didn't continue. He left some time for Mallia to imagine.
