Jeanette was one of the last into the room, and she looked like she was still exhausted, mumbling about how she was never able to sleep well when she arrived at a new place. Her outfit looked wilted and folorn too, almost like she'd slept in it, as she staggered into the room and practically collapsed into a cushion, looking as limp and flaccid as over-cooked spaghetti. It looked more like she needed sleep rather than sexual relief.