Passionate Confrontation

Ara dashed forward. At first, Oberon had intended to grab her, pin her down and hit her on the head hard enough to make her faint, but she was fast. Faster than he had expected. He knew that her tails enhanched her physical prowess, but not to that point. He managed to get an hold of her, but not a good one and so, rather than trying to push her to the ground, he used her own momentum to throw her behind him. Or at least that was the plan, but Ara somehow got her feet to touch the ground as he pushed her behind himself, getting a solid enough foothold to grab him and try to throw him instead. Just as he was being lifted up, her fingers holding him by the shirt, he kicked her ankles.

Ara lost her footing and fell, bringing Oberon down with her, but before hitting the ground he managed to get behind her. He locked his legs around her arms and put her in a stranglehold, aiming to make her lose consciousness. They struggled like that for almost a minute, rolling around on the ground, then Ara got back on her feet as if neither of them had any weight, Oberon still on her back, and threw herself backward against the wall. Cracks appeared all over it as some pieces flew around. She kept bashing him against the wall until his grip loosened. Just barely, but still enough for her to free her arms, grab him and throw him away. Oberon flew across the hallway, crashing against the wall on the opposite end.

"So you want it rough" she commented, half laughing as she caught her breath, one hand rubbing her neck.

"I'd rather not have it at all" he lied. He was fairly sure she used to not get that kind of strength when Eun was still within her. She also usually didn't change as much as she did now though.

Ara took a deep breath as Oberon stood up. That was going to be harder than he had expected.

Less than twenty minutes later, the sound of glass shattering cut through the air, allowing the rain to come in through the now broken window. A destroyed chair was now resting in the empty streets outside. As for who threw it, that might have been hard to tell.

"That hurts" Ara commented as she stepped forward -limping ever so slightly- before stopping to gently rub her leg. Not that the chair had anything to do with that though.

She was still naked, so it was easy to see there were quite a lot of bruises a bit all over her body. Some looked quite bad too. There was also a small trail of blood dripping from her mouth.

"Mistress won't be pleased to see the menagerie in these conditions" Oberon replied as he got up, the broken table of the kitchen lying around him.

His shirt had been torn here and there, and the same went for his trousers. His fake skin had several claw marks all over it, and there was still a bit of blood-like liquid dripping from Ara's fingertips. One of his arms was almost hanging to his side. Since it had been cut off for half of its width, a bit below the shoulder, he was having trouble properly moving it. Three fingers weren't even receiving his commands anymore, and the rest of the limb was starting to not respond either. On the bright side, it's not like he could feel pain.

Things had clearly gotten out of hands. Though Ara seemed to be enjoying herself.

"Alright, break" she then said.

"... excuse me?"

"It's gotten a bit cold" she replied, even though there was some sweat running down her skin "I'll get something to wear, then we can continue"

Oberon moved his gaze to the broken window, at least as much as he could without turning his head away from her.

"The air is cold, indeed. I wonder whose fault it is that it's gotten inside the building"

Leaving the shattered glass aside, there also was a gaping hole in the wall upstairs, chilly wind blowing in from both entrances. Fixing all of that up would probably take a while, at least if he had to do it all by himself. Maybe they still had some work drones he could use lying around though. He wasn't sure.

"Yours, clearly. It wasn't my idea to play brawl" she said smiling before turning her back to him.

Maybe it was just his impression, but he thought he saw her swaying her hips a bit as she walked away. Her tails kind of covered her though, so he wasn't sure.

I'm... just seeing things

He sat down there where he was and looked at his arm. There were sparks coming from the cut every now and then, with severed cables, torn metal plates and other componensts making up his inner body exposed to the outside world in proximity of the wound. Damage? Wound. He could barely move his elbow at that point. So he grabbed it with its other hand and tore the limb off. No point in keeping it attached if it was nothing more than dead weight. Then he checked the rest of his body. Most of the cut wounds were superficial and didn't really get through the layer of fake skin, but a few were deep enough to reach underneath it. Those were more troublesome. Not to talk about the other damages he'd taken by being thrown against the walls or simply punched and kicked.

In normal conditions he would have been able to hold his ground against Ara. Actually, he was sure he was stronger than her in a simple hand to hand combat, maybe even faster, but in an armed fight things would have been different since Ara was more skilled with the spear than Oberon was with swords. They never really fought nor sparred together, but in a serious fight he'd have bet on Ara winning. Not like it really mattered at the moment though. In her current state she was basically just toying with him anyway. Did she always get that much stronger when using Eun's power?

He sighed and let himself fall on his back. He was no longer sure why he was trying to stop her anymore, and at that point he didn't even really care. He had tried. Maybe he hadn't quite given it his best shot, but seeing how things turned out, that didn't really make a difference. He moved his remaining hand over his pocket. Against all logic and expectations, the bottle with Ara's scent inside was still intact.

"Oh? You're taking a nap?" Ara asked as she walked back inside the kitchen.

He rested his gaze on her. She had put her clothes back on. For a brief moment he wondered if she had picked a shoeless attire because she knew she'd change like that. Probably not though.

"I was thinking about how to explain all of this to the mistress" he replied as he got back up.

Her ears twitched. She raised an eyebrow.

"How rude" she said, her voice sounding a bit annoyed "Talking about another woman now of all times?"

He shrugged, holding his torn arm in his other hand.

"... that's funny" she said, her lips warped into a wide smile that showed off her teeth "Waving that around so casually. Almost cute"

"I'm afraid that wasn't intentional. I don't think of myself as someone with a strong sense of humor. And the arm can be repaired anyway"

"Do you still want to continue?"

"I wouldn't mind a two-days break"

Ara laughed. Then she began to walk towards him.

Not long after, another wall collapsed. Oberon was fairly sure something in his back cracked as he flew through the concrete, landing in the empty road, under the rain. Now he was certain she was currently stronger than he had ever seen her be, physically at least. Throwing him so hard he smashed through a wall and landed a good distance further away from it? That was crazy. The water caused some sparks to erupt from his exposed cables, but nothing more. He kind of wished he could feel pain. That might have distracted him from his other thoughts. He didn't quite get up. He didn't feel like it. And it turned out he didn't even need to. Three of Ara's tails twirled around his remaining arm and lifted him from the road, just enough for his feet to not reach the ground.

"To think I had just taken a bath" she said, the heavy downpour drenching her clothes and fur "And now my clothes are soaked too. I might as well have stayed naked at this point"

"You know" he replied "When you use them like this, they seem to be tentacles rather than tails"

Ara's ears and eyebrows twitched. For a moment he thought he saw a vein pulse in her forehead.

"... what did you just say?"

"It was merely an observation"

"Take it back" she said as she grabbed his hand.

"I didn't mean it as an off..."

"Take it back!" she screamed as she smashed him down against the concrete, sending small pieces of the road flying here and there. His wrist cracked as it bent too much and in the wrong direction. Then he lifted him back up.

"... I take that back. Your tails are beautiful" he said before she could tear his other hand off. He wasn't even lying.

Ara's anger faded as quickly as it had arrived.

"You had me worried there. Eheh... anway, you're powered by magical energy, right?"

"... yes... ?"

"Great! I have no idea how your body works, but if it runs on magic I should be able to do something about it!"

"About... what?"

"About what you said earlier, silly" she replied. Her smile would have been pretty, if not for how unnaturally wide it was. That made it straight up... charming.

"What exactly?"

"You told me you don't feel pleasure"

"I don't, indeed. ... not the physical one, at least"

She giggled.

"Now let me help you... with... that..." she said as her face twisted, her mouth changing, growing longer and longer as she brought her jaws closer to his body. Her teeth then sank completely into his shoulder, false blood pouring down from the holes. Ara knew hardly anything of technology, but she knew that Eve's system had a strong magical componet. She once saw Aisha helping her fixing something with her own inner magical circuits, and she guessed Oberon's body was similar. So she poured her own magic straight into him, with a clear goal in mind and a vague idea of what she was doing. His sight got filled by warning messages and error windows for a brief moment, before going completely black. She then opened her mouth and pulled her jaws back as her face turned back from a fox snouth to an human profile.

"How do you feel?" she asked.

No answer. ... no answer... and, again, no answer. She looked closer and noticed that his eyes were... dull.

"... oh dear... hey... hey, Oberon, you're still there right?" she asked as she shook him by the shoulders.

Now that she took a better look, he really was in a terrible shape. Well, she had a lot of bruises too, a few of her bones were probably cracked too, she limped a bit and her shoulder had nearly gotten dislocated, but she'd be back in perfect shape within a few hours. Oberon, on the other hand... she hadn't gotten too carried away, did she?

"... my head..." he then said, light having returned to his eyes.

"Oh, great! Don't scare me like that, damn it. Now then!" she spoke, clapping her hands together, her tails waving happily behind her "Since we're done playing around, let's get down to it" she said as she pressed her index over his shirt -what was left of it- and sliced it open.

"Normally I'd take things a bit more slowly" she added as her tails released his arm at the same time she pushed him.

Oberon fell on his back, and Ara straddled him before he could try to get back up. Assuming he was even going to try, that is.

"But we played around for a bit too long" she said, laughing softly as he pulled his pants down, an eerie smile on her face "So let's skip to the main event"

Oberon felt... strange. His body was... warm. Warm? His mind... fuzzy. His head was spinning a bit. He looked up and confirmed with his eyes what his sense of touch had already told him. Ara grabbed his erect -why was he erect?- member -Eve insisted that he "had to look exactly like an human in every way", or so she told him-, placed it right against her entrance -where were her panties?- and then pushed herself all the way down, her warm flesh hitting against him. A lightning struck his mind.

"Oh? Oh?! Ahahahahah!" Ara laughed as she saw Oberon's expression twist the moment she had taken him inside herself "It worked, it worked!" she said happily.

"Wha..." he began to say. His face was red, but... that might have been due to all the damage his body had taken rather than because of something else. Maybe. Perhaps. Possibly. ... as if.

"I wasn't sure it would work" she nearly shouted, ecstatic "I've never done something like that before! But..." she added as she grinded him around inside herself, laughing not too softly as Oberon let out a grunt "... I can see that you're enjoying this. Unless you lied in the first place. Eheheh..."

Her face was flushed and her breath ragged, her tails waving softly around her as she began to move her hips, the thought of what they were doing making her as rapturous as the act itself. Her clothes were completely soaked, the sound of the countless raindrops thundering all around them, but she didnt' really care. Warmth began to spread within her body from where they were connected, ecstasy filling her nerves with every movement of her hips, but Oberon's face was just as great. She could almost see the pleasure running through his body, and she could definitively read it in his expression.

As for Oberon himself, he was... puzzled. His body, battered and broken as it was, was enjoying it. He was enjoying it, which only made him more confused. His sense of pleasure was supposed to be nonexistant, yet there it was. Ara's flesh tightly wrapped around him, sending that feeling he shouldn't be able to perceive straight into his brain. Had he had any need to breathe, his breathing would have been ragged. ... wait. He realized that he was, indeed, breathing. Not only that, but his breaths were heavy too. What... what happened?

Ara leaned back, changing the angle at which his member hit her insides, and resumed her up and down motion. The position she was in made it a bit harder to keep up the same pace from before, but now she was scratching a more sensitive part of herself, which more than made up for it. She placed two fingers over her tie and ran them down against her clothes, cutting them wide open, her claws grazing her skin, leaving an ever so faint red trail behind them as they reached her belly, both her half-sliced top and shirt falling to the sides, her severed tie hanging from her neck. As she kept moving her waist up and down, she brought an hand over her chest and started fondling herself. Her breath was quite ragged too.

Oberon's mind was a cacophony of thoughts, emotions and feelings. He liked Ara. There was something about her that just lured him in. He had tried to keep himself in check -with mixed results- ever since he realized it, but... was there any point in holding himself back in such a situation? Thinking was hard. He was feeling great. Her hot flesh coiling around him, her chest on display, her fingers rubbing her own breasts as raindrops trailed down along them, her hips senting shocks through his body and mind with every motion. He lifted his upper body a bit, using his remaining arm to support himself. He wanted a better look.

Ara changed position again, leaning forward once more, resting her hands on the ground next to his chest. Their faces were close, but not overly so. For one reason or another, the fact that he was panting more than she was made her ecstatic.

"Enjoying... yourself... ?" she asked, smiling her face bright red.

"You... might have... no idea how much... I am..." he replied. A part of him wondered what in the world he had just said, another part didn't care, and maybe he wasn't even really aware of having really said that in the first place.

His mind was being filled by her. All his thoughts were about her. Her soft, sensual moans filled his ears. Her drenched body filled his eyes. Her body heat was warming him up in spite of the cold rain. He wanted... more. Just as he thought that, Ara grabbed his head and pulled him in, their lips meeting. It took him a few moments to realize that she was pushing her oddly long tongue against his partially closed mouth, and once he realized it he opened his jaw and welcomed her in, their tongues dancing together, almost brawling, her saliva running down into his mouth. Her scent filled his nostrils, intoxicating him. She was the whole world. Nothing but her existed. So it made sense that she was the only thing he could perceive, and the only thing he could think of. Eventually, Ara broke their kiss and... bit his face, her fangs sinking deep into him. He felt something ethereal pouring inside of him again, but this time something also flowed in the opposite direction, getting sucked into her. Then she pulled her head back a bit.

"You're... " she began to say, but her voice somehow sounded faint "... so... adorable..." she spoke, right before... collapsing, falling forward, pushing Oberon's chest down as well.

What happened? He was confused. Why did it suddenly become so quiet? Then he realized.

She had stopped moving. He could still hear her breathing, her chest moving up and down rhythmically, but she wasn't moving. He remained still for a few seconds. Or were those minutes? Then the world expanded again, things he had completely forgotten about coming back into existence, the first of which was the sound of the rain, as if he had flipped back to a previous page of the book a book he was reading and saw an illustration he had forgotten.

It was raining. Right. Rain. He tried to get up, but her body was heavy. Or his limbs were weak. Maybe both. Eventually, he managed to push Ara's body aside. Then he broke their physical connection, an impossible sound echoing in his mind as he did so. Getting on his feet proved to be much harder than he had expected. His legs were unsteady. He tried to fix both their clothes up a bit. They were a mess. He did what he could with one unresponsive, shaky hand. Then he grabbed Ara and tried to carry her back inside the menagerie. He lost his grip twice, fell down three times, and even nearly fainted. His sight was getting worse. Everything was slowly blurring together.

The rain stopped falling on them. He looked up. They were inside. He wasn't sure when or how, but they were back within the walls. He let Ara down and crouched next to her. She was completely drenched. So was he, probably. Her face was red, her breathing slow and ragged. Her skin was cold. Freezing almost. Was she sweating? He couldn't tell. Too much water.

... he had to dry her up. There were... towels... in the... bathroom... ? Probably. He moved Ara to the hallway, sheltering her from the cold wind coming in through the shattered concrete. He hit his face against the wall a few times before finding the door. He could hardly make out anything, all he could see was a jumbled mess of colors without any real shape. He managed to carry her where he wanted, then turned around. The towels were... ?

... the... towels... were...

... they... the...

... where...

...

When Ara opened her eyes again, the rain had stopped. Or at the very least it was no longer deafening her. She took a long, deep breath. Then another. She felt... warm. Just warm. Pleasantly so. And quite dizzy too. She looked around. That was... what room was that? She didn't recognize it. There were no windows, and only one door, light coming from a somewhat small chandelier hanging from the middle of the ceiling. There were several machineries lying around though. She wasn't really sure what they were for, but they reminded her of an hospital. Actually, there were some pads attached to her.

She took a better look at herself. She was wearing only an hospital gown -well, that and the metal collar-, and had pads on her forehead, on the lower half of her back, on her hands and mostly on her legs. There were also three drips next to the bed, each linked to a needle going into her arm. Was that... really an hospital? She felt like that wasn't the case, for one reason or another, but it sure resembled one.

Only then she realized that her fur had disappeared. Her tails were gone too. Her fox ears were no longer there, while her human ones had come back. Her legs were no longer those of a fox. Her fangs had turned back to normal teeth. Her hair was black. And while there was no mirror she could use, she was sure that her eyes had returned to their original amber color too. She had gone back to normal. Which meant that quite some time had passed. She rememberd Eun telling her that past a certain point, the transformation would become too much of a burden for her body to maintain for long periods. Once the strain became too great, she would simply turn back. Though she had never transformed that much before, so she didn't really know how long she might have remained in that state. She knew she could stay with all nine tails out for quite a while, but she had gone past having simply tails and ears...

She thought about getting up, but then decided not to. There had to be a reason why they'd put her there, after all. ... probably. Instead, she tried to remember. Her memories were quite fuzzy. Up until the session with the bat, everything was clear. ... she acted a bit off there, didn't she? The thought made her worry. Anyway, after that session... there were images and sounds floating in her mind, but she was having an hard time putting them together. She... had an argument with Oberon, probably. A really bad one. About... about... what? Then... the rain... they went out in the rain... they... cuddled? No, that didn't make sense. They... she... him... t-they... oh... oh heavens, she...

"W... what have I done..." she almost whispered, her face falling in her hands as her memories came back more and more clearly, her cheeks turning bright red.

"... wait. Is Oberon alright?" she asked, though nobody was there.

Just as she was about to get out of the bed, however, the door opened.

"Oh, you're awake too" Eve commented as she walked in.

Ara didn't reply. When did Eve come back? No, wait. Were they still at the menagerie in the first place? She had never seen that room, but it's not like she knew everything about that place.

"E-Eve, what about Oberon?!"

"He's... mostly fine, I think" she replied as she sat down. There were no chairs though, so she rested her body on her two drones, which had enlarged themselves to better accomodate their owner. It'd been a long time since she last saw her sit on them. ... how were they called again?

"You really showed off, didn't you?" she said, sarcasm in her voice.

"I... w-well, that was... I... I'm sorry. I did... a lot of bad things back there"

"At least one less than you think"

"Eh?"

"I believe I'm at fault too" Eve spoke, without elaborating on her previous statement "Eun is the reason why you can change like that, and since I know her to a certain degree, I should have expected the transformation to bring out the... wilder side of your character after progressing that much"

Ara... wasn't really sure she agreed with that. Though she could see the point Eve was making. Actually, what did she mean with the "wilder side of her character"?

"Besides, we're old friends. I won't ask you to repay all the damage you two caused. Obeon was responsible for them too, after all"

"N-no, Oberon was just trying to defend himself there, really"

Eve smirked, as if she had just heard something unintentionally funny. That... worried Ara.

"Let's leave all of that aside. I've made several analysis already, and I believe I know most of what happened already" she said, leaving out the fact that the hidden cameras actually registered everything up until they moved outside "But there is one thing I'd like to hear from you. Ara, what did you do to Oberon? And did he do something to you?"

Ara's head exploded. Figuratively, that is.

"T-that's, well, I, actually, we, I-I mean, him, no, me, or..." she gibbered, her face taking on a bright shade of red.

"Ara" Eve interrupted her "Let me be more clear. Did you use magic on Oberon?"

"... now... now that you mention it..." she said, her cheeks going back to a somewhat more normal color "I... I did something, but... I don't remember what exactly... I think... oh, heavens, did I really..."

"What kind of magic?"

"I... I can't tell... it was... something... something which had to do with Eun... I think it was something we once briefly talked about, but... I can't quite recall what it was... how did you know?"

"While scanning both you and him, I found traces of your mana flowing within his circuits. Oddly enough, they don't seem to be dissipating over time. What really baffles me, however, is that I found traces of his mana inside of you. While they're all powered by magic, none of my servants can actually use it, so... how did that happen?"

"I... I think I might... t-the thing I did to him, I... I feel like I did the same thing twice but switching our parts the second time? Or... something like that... I'm... not sure... wait a moment" she then added "Why am I in this bed? I mean, I remember getting some... bruises and such, but considering the state I was in, I shouldn't have needed medical care"

"When I arrived you had mostly healed already, yes, but you also had a really bad fever, and seemed in pain. Since you weren't waking up, I also put you here to run some analysis on you while getting you back in shape. Since you remained asleep for quite a while, I used the drips to feed you some nutrients"

"To fe- how long have I been here?"

"If we account for the time it took me to get here as well, you've been sleeping for almost nine days"

"Nine days?! That's absurd!"

"I have to say though, I had never seen you grow fur besides for your ears and tails. Not to talk about your legs"

"W-well, that's because Eun used to keep things in check while she was still with me. Since she's no longer here, however, well... I knew my transformation might have progressed past the point I was used to, but... I really wasn't expecting something like that... say" she then added, partially to change the subject "You told me that Oberon is "mostly fine". What did you mean?"

"... you seem to have recovered well enough" Eve replied as she got up "Even completely I'd say. So why don't you come see for yourself?"

"... is it... really alright? I mean, after what I did..."

"Just come with me" she replied as she freed Ara from the drips and began to remove the pads from her skin. That last part actually took quite a while.

Ara got up and followed Eve. They left the room and entered a small, octagonal lobby with doors on four walls, lamps on the remaining four and a spiral staircase going both up and down right in the middle. For some reason, Ara was sure they were exactly beneath the room filled with papers in the menagerie, the one right below Eve's private room. What made her so sure, she couldn't tell. She'd never seen that part of the building before, after all.

"Oberon is there" Eve said as she pointed to one of the doors "That said, I have several things I have to take care off. I hope you won't mind if I don't accompany you" she added as she headed upstairs.

"H-hey, wait a... moment..." Ara protested, but her words fell on deaf ears.

So she turned to the door Eve had pointed to. ... it's not like Oberon wanted her gone from her sight. Or rather, she was fairly sure he wasn't the type to think something like that, but... she felt like it'd been really awkward to talk to him after what she had done. But she'd have to do that sooner or later anyway, so better now than then. She placed her hand on the knob and opened the door.

The room on the other side was... almost familiar, somehow. There were machineries all over the place, but completely different from the ones in the room she woke up in. Compared to those, these were covered with far more buttons and screens displaying countless words and images in quick successions. They were also the only source of light there was, aside from that coming in through the still open door. Several cables of varying sizes nearly covered the floor.

There was a single table in the middle of the room. She approached it. Walking was rather awkward there, with all the cables getting in the way. There, resting on what she couldn't really see as anything other than an operating table, was Oberon. His body was... open. It looked like someone had stopped in the middle of an autopsy. His chest was open, just like half of his face and both his legs, revealing what might be improperly described as his organs, his veins, his muscles and his bones. Though there wasn't a single gram of flesh there. Several tubes were connected to the inside of his body, as well as to his skin and even to one of his eyes, completely obscuring it. The arm which had been torn off was there, a few cables linking it to the rest of his body. He turned his head to he side.

"... what time is it?" he asked.

"... it's... I'm not sure... actually, I have no idea. ... it might be... morning? ... maybe"

"I see. Then, good morning Ara"

She wasn't sure how to react to that. On one hand, she was relieved to see that he still acted like normal. On the other, she had almost wanted him to be mad at her.

"How... are you?"

"I've had worse"

"... would you mind... being a bit more specific? If I might... ask..." she said.

Oberon then went from lying on the table to sitting on it. The sight was... somewhat unsettling.

"That's quite the poor dress you're wearing" he said, avoiding the question. With half of his space skinless, looking at him speak was almost creepy.

"... I... can't deny that" she said.

"I... lost consciousness at one point. What happened then?"

"You don't know?"

"I woke up only a short while ago. Was the mistress the one to set this up?" he asked as he indicated himself and all the cables he was linked to.

Ara remained silent for a few moments. A short while ago, he said, so... they probably woke up at around the same time? How odd. Then she told him pretty much what Eve had told her a few minutes earlier.

"... why didn't she put you in your replacement body while fixing this one though?"

"Some of my files have been altered, probably because of the... thing you did" he replied as his gaze briefly moved from one monitor to another before going back to Ara "The mistress probably left me here to avoid having some of them leak to the other body's system"

"Would that... be possible?"

"Personally, I don't think so. But I also thought you couldn't rewrite part of my code like that, and here I am. Besides, the mistress if far more knowledgeable than me in this field. If she left me in this body, that was most likely the right choice"

"I see..."

"Is there... I'm sorry for asking this, but... is there anything... wrong with you? I mean, aside from... the... w... wounds..." she asked, her gaze dropping lower and lower with every word. The question was much more specific in her mind, but just thinking about that made her blush.

"Well, there does seem to be at least one thing that has changed in my perceptions" he replied. He was fairly sure he knew what Ara was talking about, for one reason or another, but decided to not be too specific himself.

What followed was silence, one so long it almost became comical at one point.

"... Ara" Oberon eventually spoke, after what seemed to be hours "could I ask you a favor?"

"Eh? O-of course! Anything"

"The doors in the lobby you just walked through. One of them leads to my room. The book I was reading is there. Would you bring it to me? I'm not sure how long I have to stay here for and I could use something to distract myself in the meantime, but I can't get it myself at the moment" he said as he tugged lightly at the cables.

"S... sure"

She turned around and walked out. The conversation turned out to be... much more normal than she had expected? She was glad that he didn't seem to mind what happened at all, but on the other hand that made her feel even more guilty. She walked to one of the two other doors in the lobby and placed her hand on the knob. Thinking about it, she had never seen his room. She wasn't even really sure he had one. Though, when she tried to open it, the door wouldn't budge. Maybe she just picked the wrong one. So she headed to the last one, which did turn out to not be locked. ... the book he was reading, uh? She did ask him what it was about once, but his response confused her. She was... curious. And somewhat agitated.

She opened the door and stepped in.

I might have gone a bit off the rails with this chapter.

Thank you for reading.