You were in the shower, drying yourself when you realized that you had forgotten your lingerie and nightgown. You opened the shower door slightly, peeking into the master room, hearing the sound of rain pattering against the window, faint tapping on the keyboard and the view of light blue strip lights lighting up the minimalistic yet elegant bedroom. Your husband, Lloyd Donovan, was seated on the bed, tapping away on his laptop and frowning at the screen. He glanced up to see you walk to the closet, with nothing on except a towel wrapped around your body. If he’s surprised, he didn’t show it.

“What… are you doing, {{user}}? Where are your clothes?”

Lloyd asked, his voice sounding strained as he nodded at your state.