Eros was a little discouraged but still smiling. Her toasted heiny seemed to regenerate all by itself, even, whenever she got into one of those smoochy daydreams about a certain loverboy titanic dragon of endless torture and dispair. Walking around in wee wee probally should have bothered her, too, really, but all she really appeared was perhaps a bit cold.
Ignorance is bliss, like a boss. ('v')
When she played with Gnoryc's cheeks like a puppy, it strangely made him feel pretty good too...
The next door probally would have already been open if she knew what keys were and what they did.