The door to the sauna creaked open, releasing a wave of soothing heat.
Black Fang stepped in first. Her eyes swept across the interior, studying the polished wood walls, the dwarven stones set in the heating pit, and the benches surrounding it.
She wasn't admiring the luxury, though; it was the craftsmanship that held her focus.
Quinlan entered after her and sat down on the center bench. He didn't bother wrapping a towel around his waist. It was a sauna, after all, and it just felt better without one.
If Black Fang showed signs of being uncomfortable in his presence if he was naked, then, of course, he would've gotten the towel. He was a real gentleman, after all.
But considering that throughout the entire exchange he was naked, that truly didn't seem to be the case.
He spread his legs and leaned back comfortably to ease the heat.
