<span style="font-style: italic">Programmed</span><br/><br/>Eloa mouthed the word silently after hear Sho Kaga say it. It was a word she was unfamiliar with. She didn't say a word as he removed the same from above the door and it disappeared. Really, after the day she'd had and things she's experienced, it seemed there was nothing Sho Kaga would do now to surprise her. Behind the door, however, did. She was expecting to see tapestries, elegant furnishings, instead it had a more modern look to it. The basic structure of the furniture looked the same. The bed had 4 posts and the bedding was a mix of blues, pinks, and purples, a chair made of metal and cloth still had 4 legs, she thought. Except instead of straight legs, they were V's. A....desk? It had metal legs, the top was made of what looked like black glass.<br/><br/>Eloa stepped into the room, a bit taken overwhelmed by its decor. "It's...colorful." She silently wondered to herself what She Kaga's room looked like. She strained to look past him at the door across the way. Sure enough, his name was at the top. Her eyes dropped to the circular faux fur orange rug. Eloa's rocked on her feet, feeling the rug through her slippers. She strode to the bed, where a pair of matching end tables sat on either side. She wondered if the previous owners things were still here. Eloa eyed the open closet, but said nothing. It would be rude to go through these things when they weren't hers.<br/><br/>Looking up from the bedside table, her eyes fell upon another closed door. Eloa stood and opened it to find a bathroom, complete with a tub, shower, full vanity, sink and toilet. Eloa recognized the tub for what it was, and the vanity, but the others? She looked to Sho Kaga with a furrowed brow. Perhaps he would explain.<br/><br/>The realization that she was so unfamiliar with the things around her hit Eloa hard. For the first time since she ran away from home, Eloa felt very small and very alone. "Thank you, Sho Kaga, for the room. It's perfect." She shut the door to the bathroom with an almost unsure smile and her brows tapered up in the middle. Eloa was one for an adventure, make no mistake of that, and while she did not want to return home to marry that awful man, she did long for some familiarity in that moment.<br/><br/>"Um.." A gently clearing of her throat. "Might I have a bit of privacy." Eloa's smile was gone now, replaced with a slight downturning of her lips while her eyes fell upon the bed. "I think I would like to...sleep for just a little while."