"You're not even a virgin."
Isabella frowned.
"Who says I'm not?"
A brief silence settled in.
"Hmm, good to know..."
"Just get out! This kind of thing is none of your business!"
She splashed a little water in his direction out of frustration.
He sighed lightly, then turned toward the door.
"Anyway, you have 2 minutes to get dressed, we'll meet in the corridor..."
He finally left, closing the door behind him.
In the room, Isabella remained motionless for a few seconds, her heart beating faster than necessary.
"What a pervert..." she murmured.
However, despite the apparent anger, another emotion lingered.
She caught herself smiling slightly.
Then she shook her head.
"Two minutes? Who does he think he is... I need more than an hour to get ready!"
She quickly got out of the bath, grabbed a towel, and began dressing efficiently. She was quite happy; after all, it had been some time since she had been outside.
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