He shut the bathroom door and took a breath before he started to undress; he had on a pale pink lace cincher, with a matching thong, white thigh highs held up by attached garters. He gulped and took another breath before leaving to find Morgan.
Morgan's hair was a little messy when he came back. Had he been doing something? He didn't care suddenly, that sweet scent hit him like a truck. Morgan was watching him, his eyes hungry. "Perfect."
He grinned, and set him down slowly. There was a cage. Not a small cage, but.. one that looked like it could house a large dog. "Your bed for the night."