Find something to wear

While eating seemed like a good idea, you didn’t know what time it was, or when the owner might return, given that while there were no personal effects scattered around, it definitely seemed lived-in, with no dust on anything, so somebody was around recently, so you figured it would be best to find something to wear to get the generator turned on. Still without a way into that other room, you went back into the supposed guest room and started snooping around as best you could using the light from the windows. The drawers seemed to indicate what you’d already suspected, the only person living here, insofar as you could tell, was a woman. A woman with very good taste, as the underwear in the drawers was both stylish and seemed to be made of a pleasantly feeling material. Not that you felt them for that long, but your machoness was already taking a backseat to allow you to wear the robe and slippers, touching underwear didn’t change who you are. Even if it was very soft…

The closet was equally as helpful, with there only being a smattering of items hanging in it, including two dresses, some rather risque lingerie and sleepwear, but nothing remotely appropriate for venturing out into the elements. Did this place belong to a kept woman? She didn’t seem to have any normal clothing anywhere. Or was this maybe a chalet used primarily as a vacation getaway and all of her day-to-day wear was back at home, wherever that was.

You really needed to figure your way out of this place. Which is why it was fortunate that you spotted it sitting on the shelf behind the hanging articles of clothing. Pushing aside the dresses and lingerie, you quickly pulled out a bundle of clothing, excited, because it appeared to be a regular outfit. When you unfurled it over the bed however, you realized that instead, it was: