She stands in the hall, naked, blushing, and covering herself with her hands.  Somehow, I turn my head.  It’s hard, because she’s stunning.

I offer my robe and my room, so she can call the front desk.

The staff’s on the ball, and they get there quick.  As he leaves, my door opens, and she steps back outside.  She looks no less beautiful wrapped in my robe.

She’s still flushed as she thanks me, but there’s no shame in her eyes.  Her sultry voice gives me chills when she leans in and whispers, “Why don’t you come get your robe?”