CAINE
Grace deserves better.
Fenris spent her entire shower hammering into me how important it is to set the scene.
For example: Is stepping on rose petals romantic when they squish against your feet?
Answer: No.
So I scared the shit out of the kid at the front desk when I demanded a broom be brought to me immediately.
Then, as I swept up the absurd amount of rose petals, he'd informed me I couldn't touch Grace until after a romantic, candlelit dinner. And not just any dinner, but something considered fancy; the dinner shows her value.
So I ordered from the most expensive restaurant this town had to offer on delivery, which severely limited my options. Still, I think I managed.
But Grace walked out in just a robe and I'd almost—almost—lost all reason and rationale. Fenris suggested a cold shower, which was brilliant, but in the end I couldn't stay away from her longer than a few minutes.
The effects of the shower weren't as good as I'd hoped.
