Snippet #2200741

Corbin smiled, "Well, I haven't really got a good taste in women's clothing, but my aunty did" he told her, taking hold of her hand. "Come on, I'll show you". He walked slowly so as not to flit by accident as he made his way down the gloomy halls of Julius'. After a minute or so of walking he reached a crimson red door with the number 7 on it. With his free hand he turned the handle and slowly pushed it open.

"This was my aunt's room. It hasn't been open since she passed away. She loved wearing beautiful dresses, often yelling at Julius when the dress he'd bought her wasn't good enough to suit her standards. It's a shame.. I never got to see Julius get yelled at by someone", he allowed himself to chuckle briefly before returning his attention to the room. The paint was still untouched, the bed had been made, not a speck of dust to be seen. "It may sound strange; them sleeping in different rooms, but my aunt wanted such a big wardrobe that it wouldn't possibly fit in Julius' bedroom".

He made his way further into the room, a large grin on his face as he spotted the many portraits of her. At last he reached an extremely large doorway, pushing it open so that all of his aunt's dresses could be seen. "Pick your fancy. Everything else you need is over there," he pointed to a drawer on the end of the bed, "And the bathroom is over there," he pointed to another large doorway. "I'll be waiting outside, fully dressed and ready". Corbin winked at her before exiting the room.