She hadn't looked back, staring very pointedly at the blank wall in front of her instead. The towel hangs uselessly in her hand, and a trickle of icy water drips down her neck, making her shiver. She wants to get out of there.
But... her dress.
Once she is sure - absolutely sure - he is decent, she turns to pick it up and pull the it over her head, never once looking in his direction.
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Date: 2006-07-04 11:42 pm (UTC)But... her dress.
Once she is sure - absolutely sure - he is decent, she turns to pick it up and pull the it over her head, never once looking in his direction.