[phoenix summers] &&_damn I love the jag, and the jet, and the mansion
It's late and Lady Roxy needs her beauty sleep but the fucking noises of the drafty old Inn are keeping her awake. She kicks off her covers, she sleeps naked so her body is exposed. Her bare breasts and smooth tan skin are bathed in the blue glow that comes through the window panes. Her feet hit the cold floor and she grabs her bath robe from the back of the red velveteen chair in the corner. She fastens the pink, see through gossamer material around her. She hears another noise, it sounds like moaning. Someone's having sex in another room, it sounds like. Wonder if they'd let me join, she thinks naughtily.
She pulls open the heavy door to her apartment and looks out into the unlit hallway. There's a sound, a bump in the night. It's like someone dropped something heavy onto the floor. She's suspecting domestic abuse now, but like hell she's going to get involved. Let them sort their fucking problems out, she doesn't give a damn. She hears another noise and it's like someone's getting murdered. She'll have a guilty conscience if she doesn't say something. She follows the sounds to where she thinks they're coming from, and she knocks on the door. With a couple knocks it creaks open. No one's there, there's no sign anyone has been there in ages. There are cobwebs in the corners and dust on the floor, the furniture is covered in sheets.
"Fuck me, too much liquor," she snaps, blaming the noises she heard on her drinking. She slams the door behind her. While she's turning to go back to her room her heart nearly stops. She sees a small figure at the end of the hallway. "Fuck!" she shouts. "You don't just stand there like the fucking little girl from The Ring." She sees the younger woman looks maybe as startled as she is. She touches the curlers in her hair to keep them in place.
