Well.<br/><br/>I did not expect her place to be...underground, of all things, and certainly not this high class.  Oh, to be clear, I expected her to live well above the means of someone like me, in finery and suchlike, but incorporating this into an<em>underground</em>living space?  Truly, even the Darkman has not such at his disposal.  And he invented that synthetic skin and was a scientist and all that!  Once I'm in the door...there's an idea that's been lurking in my head.  I decide now's the time to play it out.  I take inventory of my clothes.  Jacket.  Shirt.  Pants.  Socks.  Shoes.  Bra.  And panties.  I trace the steps between the door and the bathroom, hang up my jacket, and get a number in my head.  Then I divide.  And get an answer.<br/><br/>Ingress will open the door, and see the pair of shoes I've kicked off in clear view of the doorframe.  Then, she'll run into the pair of pants that I shed after that.  Following that will be that pair of socks.  Next comes the shirt.  Then my<em>joshikousei</em>panties.  And finally, hanging from the doorknob of the bathroom by the strap, my extra-big bra.  She'll swing open the door...<br/><br/>...and find me there, in the tub, naked, sitting with one leg crossed over the other, as girls do.  Frankly, I just hope the tub's situated enough so that my nipples are<em>just</em>under the surface of the water.