"You're wearing slightly more than I am," points out Adaline, watching his ass in his briefs as he walks away from her. She lies on the bed for another moment, her blonde hair tousled across the pillow. Eventually, though, she does push up off the bed. She has a gauzy scarf in her purse; she slips it around her hips like a sarong which doesn't hide things so much as obscure.

"That cake smells incredible," she says, stepping out into the lounge, stretching bare arms up over her head.