Lupus In Fabula

[Fiorella de Marco]

She turned her head toward him as he emerged from the shower, offering a slight nod in response to his thanks for folding his clothes. Her reaction implied that gratitude was unnecessary, as her actions were plainly evident. It was a glimpse into the conservative upbringing and guidance she had undoubtedly received.

His second comment elicited another faint grin, a trace of amusement dancing in her eyes. Nevertheless, she gently shook her head.

"As tempting as your offer is, Damien, I can control myself and grant you the privacy to change without an audience."

There was a faint trace of reproach in her tone, as if something about the offer had irked or offended her inwardly. Her vexation was but momentary, deftly concealed behind her benevolent smile. Leaving her companion to contemplate whether he had indeed erred, she moved toward the bed and began to neatly strip it. Just as she had meticulously folded their clothes, her manners dictated leaving the bedroom in impeccable condition after their night together. This way, their host, or more precisely, his staff, would have as little labor with it as possible.

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Fiorella Arianna de Marco | As Dawn Mayflower
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