Louis, with a box and some papers

"Well yes, you should be expecting me," Louis answers just as you peek over your shoulder to see who it is. He has a smug smile on his face. He must like what he saw, even if he'd seen it all and more earlier in the day. "These are for you," he adds as you still stand there frozen, still processing the situation.

You blink, finally looking down at what he has. With both hands he holds out a large, flat box with a paper on top. You blink several times, still not knowing what to tell him.

"I'll just leave these here," he pre-emptively tells you. He steps to the side, leaving the box near the head of the bed and picking up the paper from it. Shuffling along the edge of the bed, he gently leaves the paper on the vanity. "Sign this when you're ready," he continues, pulling a silver pen from his pocket and holding it out to you. "Put on those clothes." He points to the box on your bed. "When you're done, come let me know in here." He steps out of your room and points to the door you were standing in front of earlier, before he redirected you to this one. With a wink and a smile he shuts the door behind him.

As you hear him open and shut the other door you place the pen on the vanity and look at the box. Whatever is in there likely is less revealing than what you've been made to wear for most of the day, so you shouldn't complain. With a sigh you sign your name at the bottom of the page and step over to the box.