As James hurries off to do just that, Melody heads up to room 437. Slipping the key card in, she steps into the modestly sized room. It's a little basic, but recently decorated, and certainly not something to turn her nose up at.
Alone, she feels a little more sure of herself, and she steps into the bathroom to try and neaten hair that never wants to be neatened. An extra spray of perfume is assessed before she plucks a lipstick from her bag and tops it up. Not that she needs to do any convincing now, but she ought to look her best.
Stood there, she watches her reflection in the mirror, seeming to notice all her flaws in the harsh bathroom light. She doesn't understand what he sees in her. She wonders if he expects this to be a fleeting one off. Grab an older woman for a fling and then never speak again. Put like that, it doesn't sound so assuring, but if she tells herself that all she wants too? Then it doesn't seem so bad. It's just not going to be the kind of encounter she tells her friends about - unless she's really drunk.
Stood there, she wonders if she should change. Not her clothes, they don't matter, but she's sure she has a nicer bra in her suitcase. One that shapes her bust much more pleasingly, but she realises it probably won't be on for long and she rolls her eyes at such silly thoughts.
It's just then that the door knocks and she jumps, startled by his arrival. Calming herself, she fixes one last look in the mirror and with a final pep talk to herself, she takes a deep breath and goes to open the door.
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Alone, she feels a little more sure of herself, and she steps into the bathroom to try and neaten hair that never wants to be neatened. An extra spray of perfume is assessed before she plucks a lipstick from her bag and tops it up. Not that she needs to do any convincing now, but she ought to look her best.
Stood there, she watches her reflection in the mirror, seeming to notice all her flaws in the harsh bathroom light. She doesn't understand what he sees in her. She wonders if he expects this to be a fleeting one off. Grab an older woman for a fling and then never speak again. Put like that, it doesn't sound so assuring, but if she tells herself that all she wants too? Then it doesn't seem so bad. It's just not going to be the kind of encounter she tells her friends about - unless she's really drunk.
Stood there, she wonders if she should change. Not her clothes, they don't matter, but she's sure she has a nicer bra in her suitcase. One that shapes her bust much more pleasingly, but she realises it probably won't be on for long and she rolls her eyes at such silly thoughts.
It's just then that the door knocks and she jumps, startled by his arrival. Calming herself, she fixes one last look in the mirror and with a final pep talk to herself, she takes a deep breath and goes to open the door.