They were on the second and last floor of the mansion now.
Olivera couldn't help but wonder why there were no rooms on this floor, well she hadn't seen anything since they started walking through its passageway.
The openings she was just seeing were smaller versions of halls where work of art were exhibited, and exercising were performed. A large dining and kitchen was also seen by her.
But she didn't ask any question, or say anything to the beautiful man walking stoically in front of her, until they had gotten to the last junction on the long hallway.
Olivera gulped in her saliva when she saw two doors facing each other at the end of the hallway.
She actually thought that they were storerooms, even though the environment didn't connote that. This part of the floor was the most beautiful and exquisite, more expensive than the other floors, even though she hadn't really walked into them.
But she just knew that this was more tasteful.
