Uncalled guests

Prudence bounced on the soft bedding as her eyes were fixed wide open. She did not know time came be skipped this fast. No surprise Vincent could open the locked door. "How did you-" Prudence got up and the moment she saw the sight in front of her, she turned her head away, "I am the one whose clothes are wet, why are you undressing, His Grace?" 

She saw Vincent take of his vest coat before she turned her head. 

The Mafia king got more comfortable as he opened his cuffs and then loosened the buttons of his collar. "Since you will be undressing soon," teased Vincent, "why don't I join you here? On the bed perhaps." Prudence turned to him with wide eyes as she sucked in a nervous breath. Upon seeing her face Vincent's lips twisted with an evil smile, "well it not necessary we do it on the bed. There are many other options to share an intimate moment."