Trillen made a study of the room while he waited. It certainly as grand. Usually he only got to see rooms like this by candlelight if at all. The light of day did nothing to diminish the beauty of the room. As Kate reentered and laid the clothes on the bed, he picked up a pair of the underwear and rubbed the top part. He really did not fancy wearing someone's undergarments and ignoring those, grabbed a pair of pants that looked cotton.<br/><br/>Running his fingers along the fabric, he was relieved it was. Slipping on the pants, he ignored the fact they were just a little too long. That is what a needle and thread was for after all. That our just plain tucking them in.<br/><br/>"Do I really have to wear a shirt? Isn't out suppose to be hot today?" That was one of the only things he liked about being a slave. The fact that he could have on a little clothes as he wanted (provided his matters didn't already have him wearing little to nothing). It made hour days alot better.