Conel looked at the pair of women, their damp clothing clinging to them, revealing shapely curves.<em>No, don't even go there right now.</em>he thought, and nodded. "Towel ... right, no problem. Hang on here and I'll be back in a minute."<br/><br/>He went up the stairs, opening the small hotpress and lifting out a pair of bath towels. Thankfully the heat was automatically on, and the towels had absorbed a fair bit of warmth .. not hot, but they'd feel comfortable, certainly.<em>Change of clothes probably wouldn't hurt either.</em>he thought, ducking into the bedroom, quickly stripping off his own still damp clothing, and pulling on a pair of track pants and a Hard Rock Cafe t-shirt.<br/><br/>He searched through his folded clothes and pulled out another two pairs of track pants, and fairly plain t shirts. That done he returned downstairs, each arm hold a towel, track pants and t shirt in a small pile. "Here you go." he said, as he reentered the room. "A warm towel and a change of clothes. Nothing fancy, but they'll give you something to wear til we can get your own stuff dried out."<br/><br/>He looked from one to the other. "My bedroom is upstairs on the right, if you want to get changed there. I can stay down here til you're done."