Roxy and Sylphy share a glance and a nod.
I pick up a key from the lobby and rush the two into our room.
A cloth rack by the doorway, and a thick carpet cover the floor.
In the far end a large, fluffy bed big enough for five to roll in.
Darkness by the window.
I hurry to shut the blinds and light up the already-prepared candles.
Thus, in this dimly lit room the silhouettes of two lovely girls appear.