Aphrodite's own clothes were beginning to feel constricting, too. She led the way to the master bedroom.
The sheets were of luxurious crimson satin, the comforter a thick, downy white... and Aphrodite almost tossed it to the ground in her haste to get into the bed. Her dress, she shed, tossing it over a chair. The embodiment of beauty and desire stood naked before Michele, baring herself for the younger woman's approval.