As Robert had instructed me, I headed to the closet and indeed, on the left closet were female clothes. Gowns, blouses, pants, skirts, blazers and all sort of other items including scarves. My eyes blink at the different colours, patterns, and fabrics. They smelt of a perfume as well. I cannot pinpoint the brand, but it is sweet, flowery, and strong.Although, I am unsure, unsettle, and mostly uncomfortable, I still pick a dress. A flowy, Carribbean brown and white print dress. It fit although a little loose, but it is still flattering. A slit right in the middle, stopping midway my thighs. The tiny straps crossing at the back, leaving most of it revealed. “You look absolutely gorgeous. Perfect pick. Like I expected,” says Robert when he enters the room, with nothing but a towel around his abdomen.I briefly glance at him, refusing to allow myself to oggle at him. “Does this dress belong to someone?” I ask and then turn to face him, finding him applying lotion to his body. “The cl
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