Groggily, Vivian rolled from the bed, mumbling “just a moment,” as she searched frantically for some clothes. Obviously she was a bit tired when she had finally landed on the bed, her bra and blouse had ended up on the floor and under the bed, only the strap of the bra still showing. Dressing quickly, she walked by the hall mirror and did her best to finger-brush her hair, though it would be hopeless without a shower.<br/><br/>Giving up on the few spikes at the back of her head, she opened the door, barely stifling a yawn, “How can I help you Mr. Fox?” she stated, standing with the door opened about six inches.