Hastune stepped into the room, her feet basically standing on a marshmallow, the carpet was so soft. Her arms stayed wrapped around her waist, slowly she made her way around the room before sitting on the edge of the bed frame. "N-no other bed?" she asked, obviously she'd be his mistress but she didn't think she'd be sharing a bed with him all the time. But maybe she would have too. It wasn't like she had much of a choice. Her voice was soft, her eyes droopy, not from lack of sleep because she, despite being knocked out from the butt of the gun, slept quite a bit before he'd come and fetched her - but from all the fear and adrenaline that was slowly wearing off. Her body calling out to the bed and vice versa.<br/><br/>Her arm and fingers unwound from her waist to reach out to touch the sheets, they were as smooth as they looked. Her head lowered a little, Hastunes' body relaxing from being on such a soft bed, chin almost touching her chest. The room around her became fuzzy, the lights becoming dull and then bright again as her body started to drift.