Get dressed.

You wrap your arms around yourself. While you might be indoors, it almost doesn't feel like it. The room is expansive, and by the looks of the outside, the house is so large that people could be home right now and you wouldn't find out for hours. The walls are covered in paintings, and above you hangs a gorgeous chandelier. It's all so overwhelming. Hubert is nowhere to be seen, so it's only you and Hannah, yet you still feel exposed wearing just a bikini, especially next to her fully dressed. You explain to her your concern.

"Oh but Jane. If you wanted to wear clothes, why would you go out into a big public space wearing a swimsuit? You seem confused~." She looks over your discomfort for a moment. "Aw. Hey, it's all right. You know at this point I just like teasing you. It's so incredibly hard to resist. Let's go to my room, and find something that fits you. You look like you're about my body type."

She steps up to you, and slides her hands up your chest. It looks like she's not only pleased with you being flustered, but also the feeling of your soft skin around the fabric of the top. She presses them up and together, and then lets them drop back down. "Except maybe here. I'm a little envious."

You take a step back and cover up.

"Honey... I'll stop if you tell me to stop. But I have a feeling you weren't planning on doing that." She giggles. "I'm having too much fun at your expense. I apologize. Let's get you clothed then. Follow me."

She steps up the grand staircase and you follow behind. It doesn't feel like the kind of place you should even be walking around in. It's just so luxurious, and you're there in a bikini.

Your eyes stare up as she continues ahead of you. The dark brown curls flowing down from her head look soft and well-kempt. The outfit she wears makes a whole lot more sense now that you know she's loaded. It's fashionable, though perhaps it's how gorgeous she already is that makes the outfit, and not the other way around. Her black skirt sways left and right over her tight black stockings. Each step makes a click of her matching heels as well.

You look away before reaching the top, worried she might get the wrong idea.

Is it the wrong idea?

You shake your head, and focus on following her down the long hallway, and finally, to a room on your left. She opens it up, and beckons you inside politely. It's clear her upbringing taught her proper manners, though it comes and goes. That brings you to a realization. Why was she on a bus in the fist place? As she follows you in and closes the door, you come out and ask.

"The bus? Oh." You notice some colour come to her cheeks. A rarity. "Well, I suppose I just get lonely. Having a chauffeur and large house to yourself is fine and dandy, but... Well, I wouldn't have met you, right?"

Her eyes seem so genuine. It makes sense. Perhaps she isn't teasing you about this.

You watch as she walks over to her closet door and opens it up. She looks at you for a lengthy moment, as if waiting for you to do something, until she finally speaks up. "You coming?"

Confused, you walk over and notice the door leads into a whole other room of only clothes! She clearly notices your surprise.

"S-Sorry!" she stutters. "I'm really sorry. I forgot a walk-in closet isn't all that common. Let's find something cute for you to wear. Not that what your wearing now isn't cute, of course."