Ace and Ophidia (Private. We'll work on that title...)

"You are free to do whatever you desire in the time I am gone. Return here at midnight." Ace shivered at being squeezed. He still despised physical contact from others, but it was hard for him to push Ophidia away. Instead, he hugged her back, rather awkwardly, and got up. Still adorned in his sleeping attire, he made his way towards a wardrobe, filled with fine, lavish clothes. Despite their extravagance, they all appeared horribly dirty, full of grime and stains; it was likely that none of these outfits had ever been washed since the day they came in to Ace's possession. They were, at the very least, revolting. He changed his clothing, unconcerned with the girl that sat no more than 5 feet away from him.