She paused as she opened the bathroom door, much refreshed and cleaned, feeling better after her private moment, a bit more composed and together. She looked at him, his nice clothes, the smooth black fur, the wicked feral smile. She couldn't quite decide how she felt about him....at times, she was incredibly attracted to him, and at others, he seemed almost like a monster. He was unpredictable and it scared her.<br/><br/>She looked over to the bed and the clothing he had picked out. It was pretty, and once on she was sure that it would be very flattering and provocative...but it was very revealing, skimy...she didn't think she'd be comfortable in it. But, she didn't really have a choice in the matter.<br/><br/>Not responding to his words, she went to the bed and collected the clothing. She paused, looking around for a place to get dresed.