(THEA ON JASSY'S BODY'S POV)
Ozril carried me to the other door, in the lounge. With my half-open eyes, I try to make out the surroundings. It has a certain hallway that looks like a hotel corridor. The floor, as well as the walls, are glossy. And the doors are in an array. I didn't expect that I would see something like this behind this wall when we get into the first door.
"Where are you taking me?" I ask him, still heedful, even though I'm tipsy.
"On the bed, you need to res. You're sloshed." Ozril answers, carrying me, while trying his best to turn the knob.
"Where? Which bed? I mean, which room?"
"My room of course," Ozril smirks, mischievously when he answers.
