The room was nice, it was decorated in a very feminine manner. Cream walls, but the decor to match the plain walls were deep purples. The curtains and the bedding. And it was faint, very faint, but I definitely smelled female perfume in there. I looked down at the mucky, creased shirt and decided my priorities were definitely to get cleaned up and actually wear clothes, underwear hopefully. I still felt this was all too good to be true, him actually doing this for me.
Walking over to where he pointed to the closet, I opened the door to see it was a mini walk in one. It wasn't huge, but one wall was lined with a rail and beneath shoe holders. Then the other side was lined with drawers, then a full-length mirror at the end. As soon as I opened the door, a female scent hit me again. I furro
