"Ivy?"

"Yes, Ivy! And Ivy, too!"

Gale bolted toward the door, stumbling, but nothing could stop her. She ran quickly to the next room.

Ivy was holding a blanket, leaning against the headboard, trembling all over. She had her hair hanging down, covering her shoulders, her fair skin visible. Paul lay on the ground, surrounded by pillows, remote controls, tissue boxes, and the like. Ivy clearly had thrown things at Paul.

Tears welled up in Ivy's eyes, her face helpless, biting her lip.

When Ivy saw Gale appear, tears began to flow down her cheeks. "Gale..."

What on earth was going on? Ivy was still in the dark. She had just woken up and saw Paul lying on top of her, smoking. She was naked.

Gale fought back her tears, walked over, picked up the torn dress, and handed it to Ivy. "Put this on first."

Ivy looked at the torn dress, her tears falling even more fiercely. "What happened..." She trembled as she asked, "Gale, why am I here? Why are you here? Weren't we in the private room?