Vergil watched as Raphaeline moved away with graceful steps, her silhouette outlined by the soft light in the room. The sliding door to the adjoining room was slightly ajar, allowing a light steam to escape, highlighting the presence of the Jacuzzi.
She stopped in the doorway, turning to face him with a mischievous smile.
"There's a Jacuzzi here. I think it would be a waste not to use it, don't you?" Her tone was casual, but her eyes sparkled with a subtle challenge.
Vergil remained where he was for a moment, watching her with an indecipherable gaze. He took a deep breath before finally following her, his firm footsteps echoing across the wooden floor of the room.