She hesitated just outside the door. She could hear his heavy breathing as he went through his forms, dedicating himself entirely to the task at hand. Lightly, she knocked.
"Who is it?" came a voice from the other side of the door.
"I've brought you some jasmine tea, if you want it", she timidly responded.
"Sure, come on in."
As she balanced the tea tray on the palm of her left hand, she effortlessly pushed open the oak door. He was just pulling his arm through the right sleeve of his yellow silk shirt when she entered his room. Pulling the shirt the rest of the way down his chest, he motioned her over to a small table.
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