Is the food good?

"John!" to ruin their plans of having a second round was Victor's voice who kept screaming his name. Roselyn heard his husband cursing under his breath and scoffing annoyed by the intromission.

"I am coming, don't walk in!" John replied screaming slightly annoyed. And a groan escaped his lips, Roselyn leaned toward him to caress his cheek, "it's fine, we will make up lost time." She whispered to him before dressing herself, "John..." she said before he walked out, he turned around to glance at her who pointed at her dirty wet slips over the bed, "I can't..." she cleared her voice in all her embarrassment, "I can't wear those."

She said slightly blushing and a smirk appeared over John's lips, he giggled lightly, and walked closer to her, "don't wear any then."

Roselyn's eyes widened and she blinked few times to make sure she heard it correctly, was he just suggesting she walk around with no slips on?