A Sweet Dish After Dinner
Leon closed the door softly behind them, shutting out the rest of the world. The room was warmly lit, casting a soft golden light over the furniture and thick carpets.
Still wrapped in towels, Leon and Aria made their way to the large, ornate wardrobe against one wall. Leon opened his side lazily, digging for something comfortable. With a loose laugh, he drew out a pair of loose black trousers and a plain white shirt — both soft, light fabrics that would be just right for the evening.
He shed them into the clothes swiftly, towel dropping off easily, his movements fluid and unruffled.
At the same time, Aria walked to her own grand wardrobe. She unlatched it gently with a small creak, which opened up rows of beautiful clothes — from combat uniform to evening dresses to everyday clothes. Her fingers ran gently along the materials before she smiled and picked out a deep purple nightgown, flowing and silky.
