She just shakes her head at him, brushing her hair back from her face and giving another languid stretch before sitting up. She doesn't even bother to look for a robe. She just pads over to the side table, looking for some sort of room service menu. Ah, got it.
There's a small pad of paper and a pen, and she scribbles something down, tears off the page, and folds it in two. Her hand slides open a tiny panel on the wall, and pulls out a clear glass cylinder. One little twist, and she's stuffing the note into the cylinder, and putting it back in the wall. Closing the door triggers a little whooshing nose.
That done, she pads off towards the bathroom, giving him an inviting look over her shoulder.
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She just shakes her head at him, brushing her hair back from her face and giving another languid stretch before sitting up. She doesn't even bother to look for a robe. She just pads over to the side table, looking for some sort of room service menu. Ah, got it.
There's a small pad of paper and a pen, and she scribbles something down, tears off the page, and folds it in two. Her hand slides open a tiny panel on the wall, and pulls out a clear glass cylinder. One little twist, and she's stuffing the note into the cylinder, and putting it back in the wall. Closing the door triggers a little whooshing nose.
That done, she pads off towards the bathroom, giving him an inviting look over her shoulder.