Franziska von karma stepped out of the black limo, and studied the hotel in front of her with a disgusted glance. Gatewaters Hotel... A foolish name to begin with.
Franziska fished out her cell and flipped it open. She hesitated, and put it back.

Edgeworth flashed the card and unlocked the door, examined the hotel room. It was a room for two, the king sized bed being able to fit in four people easily. It was well equipped, a 16-inch television fixed on the wall, and beside it a wooden desk. On top of it was a whip, and a laptop. Opposite to the desk and beside the bed was a silk sofa. Edgeworth plopped onto it, as Franziska was no where to be seen. "Probably out there complaining how foolish this room is," he thought to himself.

He lay for a while, minding his own thoughts, then quietly grew bored. He looked around, and noticed the glass cubic on the other side of the bed; the bathroom, probably. The glass surface was covered by a curtain.

Edgeworth sat up, intending to search for the remote. Instead of that, Miles discovered a shocking amount of buttons and switches on the wall. Out of boredom, he began pairing each switch to the corresponding lights. Then he realized there was one switch left out. His eyebrows knitted dubiously together, and raised again in uncertainty.

He thought for a while, then reached to switch it on.

To his surprise, the curtain of the glass cubic began to rise. It quietly and slowly revealed a bath tub... and Franziska.

Water rained on to Franziska's head, her short, blue hair damp and soaked, framed along her delicate face; water trickled from the tip of her hair, her little ears, her noes and her eyelashes. Her breast heaved as she gasped for her breath from the thin curtains of water, her eyes closed, preventing the water go into her eyes; and Edgeworth was glad she had done so.

"I need to run," Miles told himself, having bounced from his seat. "I have to pretend I haven't seen anything." But somehow; he couldn't even keep his eyes off her. Franziska had a perfect body, just like how she is with everything else.

Just then, Franziska shut the tap and dried her face from water. She most immediately noticed the opened curtains, and almost at the same time, noticed Edgeworth staring directly at her.

"Uh oh," was the first words that came to his mind. "I'm doomed." Immediately he switched the button off again, letting the curtains down. He could hear Franziska's muffled screech.

"Miles... Edgeworth... fool... foolish... whip..."

Edgeworth sighed and lay back to his seat. He knew he was in trouble now; and there wasn't anything he could do. Actually... Miles stood from his seat and grabbed Franziska's whip, and nervously hid it behind the sofa.

"There," he thought happily. "At least I won't have to be bleeding out here."

He lay back to the sofa, and closed his eyes to enjoy the momentarily peace. He felt his heart still beating so hard, and as he closed his eyes, there she was again: his Franziska. The creamy skin, perfect body...

"MILES EDGEWORTH!" His thoughts were interrupted by a high-pitched, fury scream. He sighed and opened his eyes.
"MILES EDGEWORTH! YOU FOOLISH EXCUSE OF THE FOOLISH MEN! YOU..."

"Is that my shirt?" Edgeworth cut her off in astonishment. Franziska stared at him, then stared down on the pink shirt that was obviously overlarge for her, hardly able to suppress the blush spreading on her cheeks.

"You foolishly forgot to pack this when you left for America. I didn't want to waste it."

"You've been wearing this as pajamas for all these years?!" Edgeworth was amazed.

"I... that would be none of your business, fool!" Franziska mustered a hard glare. She remembered how she cried herself to sleep every night after Miles had left, clinging to this exact shirt.

A smirk played on Edgeworth. "My Franziska..." thought he quietly. He dared not say more, for he had quite rattled with Franziska's mood today, and he had no certainty when her cup would spill. In fact, he decided to escape as early as possible.

"Well, welcome to America. Now, if you will excuse me..." Random comment passing by, and Edgeworth pushed through Franziska, hitting her gently by the shoulder on purpose. Immediately realizing something, Franziska rushed to grab her whip; but it was no where to be found. Meanwhile, Edgeworth has already closed the door behind him shut, and headed for the stairs.

"MILES EDGEWORTH!"

Miles could not help but smile.