In the midst of Zoe's daze, Mason headed to the bathroom.

After a while, the sound of rushing water echoed from the bathroom, occasionally accompanied by the low, husky voice of a man.

Zoe was a mature woman now. She figured out that Mason was attending to his physical needs in the bathroom.

After about 20 minutes, Mason emerged from the bathroom, wearing a standard white bathrobe. The collar was slightly open, revealing his fair and sturdy chest, covered in droplets of water trickling down