Emilia opened the door and stopped for a second before entering slowly, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.
She was no longer wearing her elegant red dress. Instead, she stood in the doorway wearing only a luxurious white bathrobe that clung to her voluptuous figure.
The robe was tied loosely at the waist, the fabric slightly parted at the top to reveal a generous amount of deep, creamy cleavage. Her long black hair was let down, cascading over one shoulder, and her beautiful, mature face carried a mix of hesitation and something darker, the same conflicted look she had after the lights came on earlier.
Emilia closed the door behind her with a soft click and stood there for a moment, her eyes slowly traveling over my naked body in the jacuzzi.
