Later in the night, Vincent was woken by knocking on his door. With a yawn, he stretched his arms and legs and stood up from the bed.
He noticed that all the girls were utterly dead, some snoring, others muttering about eating other things. Vincent could see a variety of butts and breasts all in horrible sleeping positions; some lovely wolf was nice and tightly tucked in, though. It seemed they had arrived at their destination.
He opened the door to see Amira standing outside, looking quite dashing in her leather armour with a black cloak covering most of her body; she immediately grabbed his hand before dragging him into a dark room.
She mentioned booking a few rooms on the note earlier, but he ignored it to see if she dared to bring him inside.
'Luckily, my mother is wounded and still sleeping in the medical centre and hasn't noticed me.'
