<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">After the events on "Her Shadow Self"</span></span><br/><br/>Mari still took a few minutes to rest in the motel room, before she felt well enough to stand up and go home. The trip home was a pretty quiet one on the girl's part. She could barely keep eye contact whenever Dumas looked at her, feeling ashamed of her attire and for having disrupted his day.<br/><br/>Only when they finally reached the club and Mari had a chance to slip into her own clothes did she seem to feel more comfortable.<br/><br/>She invited Dumas in her room while she tidied up a little after changing into light wash jeans and a t-shirt.<br/><br/>Mari's room was neither big, nor small. The walls were painted on a soft pink, and the whole place seemed to scream that a girl slept there, down to the flower pattern on the bedsheets.<br/><br/>The hostess took a deep breath and scratched between her brows.<br/><br/>"I can fit a mattress for myself on the floor. You take the bed. Please. I'll be mortified if you leave your home to help me and end up sleeping on the floor."