'Rave likes confidence,' John thought and headed towards the shower. Her liking confidence wasn't the only reason to display it. It helped though. Attractive women were the motivators to end all motivators. He stripped right back out of his clothes and walked over to the bathroom door.
The shower was in the corner of the artificially lit room. Two walls of milky glass obscured the moving form of his dream girl. Even blurred by steam, her curves were pure allure. He stopped closer and knocked twice. "Room for one more?" he asked with as much suaveness as he could muster. Less than he wanted, more than he thought.
"Mhm, dunno," Rave's silhouette raised a hand. In his mind's eye, he could see her index finger tap on her chin and that playfully contemplative look she put on when she had already made a decision. "Why don't ya try and find out?"
