Max and Anna stepped out of the shower and got dressed for the day. Max wasn't the type of person to demand his wife always wore dresses or skirts, even though she did. He would be fine if she wore pants, but he was quite happy she didn't. Max enjoyed seeing her legs.
He made a mental note to make sure the temperature in his dungeon never got too cold and required her to bundle up.
Lately Anna had taken to wearing business skirts and blouses while working. The attire was foreign to this world, but Anna knew that it was what most working women in Max's old world had worn. He was glad that she had gravitated to the tighter fitting variety instead of the plain kind.
She was off to check on the different creatures today. She wanted to touch base with them since the dungeon battle had been conducted yesterday. She also had to meet with the gnomes to account for what had been taken from the stores and was used during the battle.
