[She can hear the shuffling from behind her as Eustace removes his robes and—presumably—grabs the towel, and at some point, she'd barely noticed herself turning her head slowly, painfully slowly, until she sees him through the corners of her eyes, her own movements slowing to an absolute crawl as she wraps the towel around herself. It's not as if this is the first time she's looked, or seen more than she should have, but... those times were different.
This time is different.
And as her gaze travels down his back, lower, lower, to where the towel meets his hips—]
Huh!? I wasn't—!
[What in Titan's name is she DOING?
She whips her head forward, feeling that familiar burst of redness in her face, and she slides herself onto the bed and beneath the soft, silk sheets, her breath mysteriously quick for supposedly feeling so relaxed, and her throat suddenly running dry.
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This time is different.
And as her gaze travels down his back, lower, lower, to where the towel meets his hips—]
Huh!? I wasn't—!
[What in Titan's name is she DOING?
She whips her head forward, feeling that familiar burst of redness in her face, and she slides herself onto the bed and beneath the soft, silk sheets, her breath mysteriously quick for supposedly feeling so relaxed, and her throat suddenly running dry.
Pull it together, Tifa.]