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(One question. Is the white sheet supposed to be one of those things where a bed has an awning? You know with the curtains surrounding it?)
James walked in the room, finding their bags waiting for them in the corner of the bed. He shivered as he looked around, seeing all the paintings, "Spooky," He said, eying them. He then looked at the bed, smiling at it, before seeing the shackles. Shivering at the sight, he asked, "Those shackles. Are they just a prop, or do you wanna engage in some dark fun tonight," He asked, looking at him with a sly, yet seductive smile. He looked around the room some more, wondering how the rocking chair was moving with no one in it. Deciding it must be the work of the air conditioner, he explored the room further, heading to peek in the bathroom.
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