Belle was a nervous wreck internally but she didn't show it out. She had thought he would try scaring her and then would back away for her to change by herself but having that thought in her mind, she had now been removed of all her clothes except for the shift as well as the stockings.
With her back facing Lucas, she looked at her bed, unable to see what Lucas was doing or if he was looking at her with the expressionless look on his face. The linen wasn't thick but not thin either, it was light enough to be worn like an undergarment with nothing inside it. She was bare and the breezy wind that was in the room reached her skin to have a shiver run down her back.
Belle was turning embarrassed with every passing second as it was the last piece of cloth that covered her body.
Was Lucas seriously going to bathe her today? She didn't know if she was supposed to feel shy or hurt by the fact that he didn't mind undressing and taking her to wash her.
