On the bed, Francesca was breathing slowly and heavily with sweat all over her bare skin. On the sheet, there was a bloodstain.
She opened her clear blue eyes and looked at him with a blush. "Did you feel good?"
"I sure do." Aldred smiled.
They both got dressed and sat on the bed.
"I hope you don't regret what we just did."
Francesca shook her head. "I won't."
"That's a relief."
Francesca giggled. "Are you worried?"
"How can I not?"
"You're the good guy type, huh?"
"I wouldn't consider myself as so. I believe I am not evil, but good is too far-fetched to me."
"That nun must have guided you so well."
"Oh, you can tell she's a nun?"
"Anyone can tell she's a nun. Only a nun would wear clothes like that."
"Anyway, tell me more about this island."