He's Sick As Well!

Vlad's house was much different from the dwellings of the other guys. The fancy glass-and-marble affair made quite the impression on Vanessa, especially the large pool in the back. And once Vlad had let her inside, she was absolutely blown away. The look from the cliff it was built on was awe-inspiring, and the tasteful interior looked like it had been chosen by a professional decorator. It certainly looked like the home of a single man, but one with taste and money to burn.

"So you're Vanessa, huh?" Vlad asked while his eyes were sizing her up like an expensive, new toy, mostly focusing around her chest area. He smiled toothily at her.

"Achooo!" he sneezed.

"Achooo!" came another, more violent outburst.

"ACHOO!'

"Sorry," he sniffled, "I really need to get out of these!"

And without another word, he slipped out of his clothes like it was the most normal thing to do.

"You suffer from that allergy as well?" Vanessa asked the now naked man knowingly.

"Yep."

"And SPS, too?'

"So you already know about this debilitating sickness?"

"Yeah, Jonas and Jerry told me all about it. Seems I'm quite the expert already!"

"Perfect," he grinned, "But mine is an even more cumbersome variant. So, you wouldn't mind getting naked for me? It surely would help a lot with that nasty allergy."

"Sure. Just the pants and top or the bra as well?" asked Vanessa, eyeing his slowly raising junk.