Chloe stood surrounded by lights covered in silver paint again, and she was exhausted. She didn't think she could twist or jump or dance, let alone stand up anymore. She slumped in the chair and slid her feet into the house shoes that she'd left there. She let out a long sigh of exhaustion and closed her eyes.
"You can use the shower. I'll come scrub the paint off your back in a moment. You can stay here tonight the police won't clear you until tomorrow, so they'll still be looking to drag you in by your hair, no doubt." Kyle told her calmly as he cleaned up the area they had been working in.
