She smiled, washed her hair, scrubbed herself clean.  She was a witch, so all of her soaps and shampoos were made by her.  And all natural at that.  She shaved her legs too.  Once she was done, she got out, towel dried herself dry, and wrapped the towel around her as tight as she could.  She was small boned, a nice curve to her hips and waist.  Long legs too.  She stood about 5ft 6 1/2 inches, which was tall for her family.  She opened the door and steam rushed out.<br/><br/>She stood there in her towel, her hair still wet and plastered to her face, barefoot.  She smiled and walked over to her closet.<br/><br/>"I suppose you decided to go out to dinner?"  she asked playfully.  "Well..."  she reached up and grabbed two seperate outfits.  One was a long pair of black leather pants, and the matching tank top, with a jacket similar to his.  The other was a short leather skirt with a red halter top that showed more skin.  "Which one do you think?"  she ask him.<br/><br/>She had yet to actually look him over, more than a glance, but now she stood right in front of him, and she really got a look at him.  Her eyes widened a little, and she bit at her lip.  He really could dress himself...and look hot too.  She blushed again, but tried to turn her head.<br/><br/>"Hmm?" she ask, waiting for his answer.