There were no warnings of her husband wishing to undress her in the lectures. Everything Mama focused on revolved around the bed itself, and how she was meant to lay with her skirts pulled high while he did what men were meant to. She had learned that intimacy could evolve beyond that point with the few anatomy drawings she found, but even that didn't necessitate him undressing her.
"Oh ... okay." She agreed a bit nervously before taking a slow step further into her room. Then, as Valencia looked towards the closed door in the corner that felt impossibly far away, she added, "The dressing room is there, I change in there normal ... usual? No, it's normal I think." She stopped her ramble, her cheeks flushed in the dim room. Normal still didn't sound right, but what did it matter when he was looking at her like that?
"Oh ... okay." She agreed a bit nervously before taking a slow step further into her room. Then, as Valencia looked towards the closed door in the corner that felt impossibly far away, she added, "The dressing room is there, I change in there normal ... usual? No, it's normal I think." She stopped her ramble, her cheeks flushed in the dim room. Normal still didn't sound right, but what did it matter when he was looking at her like that?