The atmosphere in the room suddenly became a bit subtle.
The faint floral scent lingering on the girl after her bath teased the man's composure, as the dim bedside lamp cast its glow on them both.
His hand guided her to press the belt buckle, a 'click' echoed, sending a shiver through their nerves. Charles was a good teacher, patiently instructing her with gentle words; Rosie felt her face, turned toward the man, burning hot, almost as if scorched by fire. Then, the restrained voice of the man came from above her head: "Your hands are too tender, be careful not to get scratched by the metal. The buckle is already open, Rosie, you can pull it out now."
