Mimi’s gentleman had—she admitted, quite decently—arrived just a handful of minutes before their agreed rendezvous time, buzzing his arrival just as she was up-touching final fancies, so, in a moment of instinctual automacy, she pinched her undersized towel into a makeshift chlamys with one hand before skipping to the door, where she, with free fingers, turned knob and cracked the door just enough to greet her date with an apologetically charming smile—before welcoming him inside, where his fleeting view of less vanished from thought a few minutes later, when his lady returned of pulchritude in full dress. ; )
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