Few minutes later, Mia stood under the shower in the black theme bathroom of her professor. She carefully washed off the creamy milkshake sticking to her hair strands while also making sure she wasn't touching the wound on her forehead. She didn't know what sort of business he had in mind for bringing her to his house, but when she'd asked, he had pointed her towards a door while he went to pour himself a drink in the bar space, "Clean up first." He had said with that smooth deep voice of his.