Katie wasn't sure how long she lay in the floor.<br/><br/>At some point, she slipped down flat onto her belly and pillowed her head beneath her arms. It was blissful to be able to move them at her will again, she mused as she drifted off into an exhausted, dreamless sleep.<br/><br/>She woke up sore and cold, though for once completely aware of where she was and why. As she shakily stood up, she realized that someone had come while she slept and made the bed and removed the breakfast cart. Damn. She was starving.<br/><br/>The girl unsteadily hobbled to the shower,  programming it for the longest cycle it offered. She sat down awkwardly, sore and stiff, and let the water and frothy suds scour her. She nearly fell asleep again by the time the water crisply shut off and left her dripping and shivering.<br/><br/>She had so much to think about, she couldn't focus on any one thing. With a sigh, she stood and tiptoed back into the room. Now was perhaps not the best time to think on anything but her present existence. There were too many new sensations and circumstances and she was overwhelmed.<br/><br/>She picked up the clothes he'd  left her, arching a  brow. With a breathy sigh, she stepped into a little ruffly skirt. It took her a few minutes to figure out the top, which was a series of tight laces that held a thin scrap of transparent silk in place over her breasts. The lacing wrapped several times around her ribs and secured in the front just above her cleavage line. She felt more naked than naked.<br/><br/>She perched on the edge of the bed and propped her chin on her hand, her elbow on one knee, to wait.