Just stepped out from the shower, adding to his sleekness.
Seven Brown saw him, naughty and in high spirits, yet she didn't utter a word in disagreement. She only felt that he was a bit too close and muttered, "You are too close, it's making it hard for me to dry my hair."
Leonard Churchill also felt a bit inconvenienced, so he reached out and casually untied the bathrobe belt around Seven Brown's waist.
Originally it was tied in a nondescript fashion, and with a swift pull, it came undone.
The loose bathrobe, without anything to hold it in place, swung wide open.
Nothing hidden top to bottom.
In the mirror, her sinuous body was already exposed.
The bathrobe parted, revealing a totally bare front, slightly cool.
Seven Brown looked at herself in the mirror, her eyes dancing with an unusual glint. She thought to herself: looks quite good, huh?
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw that guy behind her, taking in the sight with great interest.
