E.LO.E

The girl considers vandalizing this room. She really wants to as well, but figures that she probably couldn't, also, thinking about it, it would probably cause a lot of noise, and that could attract... things, concerning, scary things. She knocks the box off the vanity, it falls down gracefully, landing silently against the soft red carpet. She frowns, that wasn't very satisfying at all.

She hears a noise from the hallway, and her heart skips a beat, did it hear what she's been doing in here, she's pretty sure she closed the door. She waits a few moments, there are a few more noises, but it doesn't sound like it's getting any closer, not getting any farther either. She quietly sighs, and endeavors to commit her searching more discreetly for the moment. She opens the top drawer letting out a surprised squeak. It's uhh.. women's underwear, they're lacy and red, she feels a bit flustered about this to be completely honest, there's only a few sets in here. There's also a pair of socks, red with white bands, they appear to be knee socks. She takes the socks as part of her clothing theft. The second drawer has a few ribbons, or really, just two, a red one and a black one. The bottom drawer is empty.

Mildly bemused and slightly hot, she moves away from the drawer, to the discarded box. It isn't locked, and it appears to be filled with, a necklace. A simple silver chain with a tiny hoop at the bottom. It looks like it probably had something on it at some point. There were two depressions on the velvet of the box that looked like they probably held something that was moved at some point, but she guesses that whoever took them wasn't very attached to the chain. Their loss she guesses.

She sits down at the vanity, so she can check the vanity's single drawer. She looks at herself in the mirror. She looks very tired, maybe she should take a nap? Then again she usually looks like that anyway. The drawer opens with no issue, and it has a few pieces of makeup, some lipstick, eyeliner, and blush, which isn't a lot in her understanding. She contemplates using it but it isn't really her color, then again she was never really good at judging that sort of thing. She looks at her reflection again, she's skeptical that any of this would make her look less tired.

She opts to take this moment to put on those clothes where she's confident noone is or can be looking. They fit surprisingly well, to the point where she gets a little suspicious, but that's probably just her being paranoid. Wearing socks, especially such fancy knee-high socks, without shoes seems a little silly, but it's very comfortable so she doesn't mind. She goes to examine herself in the fullbody mirror in the other room, making careful note not to make too much noise. She looks at herself, avoiding her face, She fidgets a bit, not exactly used to wearing such nice clothes. She hopes whoever owns these isn't too upset... then again they're probably a dirty, ogling kidnapper. She gasps. Maybe these aren't really their clothes anyway, maybe they got them for her, to play some sort of perverted game of dress up. The thought makes her gag a little.

She moves swiftly along, attempting expunge those thoughts from her mind. The other door opens fairly easily, and she enters the room beyond turning the light on as she does... She must admit she's getting a little tired of the color red. The floor tiles are red, the walls are red, even the toilet is red. Yes, it's a bathroom. There's a single red towel laying on the counter, as well as some basic toiletries, namely soap. She reflects on how there wasn't any soap in the other bathroom. A quick check of the drawers and cupboards of the counter reveals just more basic toiletries, including some... feminine hygiene products, makes her groan a little when she remembers her theory. Notably, aside from being red, and much nicer, the layout is exactly the same as the other bathroom, which strikes her as slightly odd.