When Molly came out of the bathroom, she was wearing the hotel's bathrobe. It was loosely draped over her slender figure, accentuating her delicate frame.

The bedroom was brightly lit. Ocelotte had just washed in the bathroom next door. He was leaning casually against the large bedhead and flipping through a hotel magazine. He was only wearing black pants, and his long, fit body was on full display.

Molly didn’t dare look at the water droplets on Ocelotte's body. She carefully held onto the