Evangeline left his office, shutting the door quietly behind her with a confused expression. For the life of her, Evangeline could not understand why a man who commanded his slice of the world would take such tender care with something as menial as her shirt. It was as if ... he actually cared. With a swift glance, she headed down the corridor, doing her best to navigate herself back to her room without coming across anybody. She was certain that the pure sight of her would confirm any suspicions of what may have gone on behind Richard's closed doors. Her auburn hair was tangled and darkened with a small layer of sweat, her clothes were not sitting neatly on her frame like they had been when she had arrived, and the scent that followed her around every corner was the carnal one of sex.<br/><br/>Eventually, she made it back to the room she had been shown to earlier that day; thankfully Norah was nowhere to be found. She took advantage of the privacy to step into the bathroom and shower to wash the stain of sin from her pale body. The event in Richard's office still echoed in her mind. However, a small sigh of relief escaped her as the hot water ran down her body. Though just a shower, the spray held a purifying effect in her mind, and her hands running through her hair before starting to scrub at her body. Her efforts paid particular attention to her inner thighs, where his cum and her juices had dried to a filthy coating. Evie stood under the showerhead until her fingers started to prune, and she finally stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel tightly around her wet body. Though the space between her thighs still tingled in a way she enjoyed, the memory of what transpired faded, as if washed away with the residue from her inner thighs.<br/><br/>As she stepped back into the bedroom, still only clad in the white towel. She paused, surprised by the unexpected presence of her roommate, and managed a small smile directed in Norah's direction. Evangeline maneuvered around Norah to move to her side of the bedroom. Evie kept her thoughts to herself, though Norah seemed over-eager to express her thoughts. She stood, arms crossed, wearing a satisfied smirk of knowledge on her face. "Well, well," she purred. "Look what the cat dragged in."<br/><br/>Evie couldn't bring herself to ignore the sly comment, and with a bundle of clothes clutched tightly between her fingers she whirled to face her new roommate.<br/>"What is<i>your</i>problem?" She demanded, her brows creased in annoyance as she confronted the young woman opposite her.