In the misty bathroom, the vaguely visible contours made it hard to look away.
Jeanne shyly covered herself, "Shh—keep it down, this isn't a thank you gift for you!"
"What kind of gratitude is this?"
Losa lowered his voice, "I consider you a brother, a dear friend, and you use this to test me?"
What normal man could withstand such a test?
"If you don't want to, I'll leave right now."
"Hey, don't."
Jeanne glanced down, softly huffed, "Your mouth says no, but your body is quite honest!
Don't cover it up, it's not like I haven't seen it before; it's impressive in size, but I wonder how useful it is."
"You'll find out soon enough."
Losa boldly stood up, water droplets cascading down his chiseled body.
"Don't move, don't make a sound."
He reached out to cover Jeanne's mouth.
"You really dare?"
"With you like this, how can you expect me to do nothing?"
