Eden let Dante finish his shower alone, just in case he'd get any more ideas from the proximity of their naked bodies together... She escaped the bathtub and grabbed one of those fancy bathrobes he had. This place really felt more like a hotel than a home. It was too clean, too neat, and everything was like it was on display. It was pretty but cold, just like the marble floor under her feet. Eden walked up to the wardrobe, knowing she'd find some women's clothing like last time. She tried not to think about why Dante had these in there... Did they get this prepared for her? Was it for any of his women? Or was it perhaps just some weird instruction given to whomever prepared this room? Eden couldn't tell, and she didn't want to waste her time thinking about it. She was just glad most of it
