by Null » Mon May 07, 2018 6:19 pm
Will's eyes glazed over for a second as the suggestion -- no, the command -- washed over her. She somewhat clunkily walked over to the bed and collapsed over it, knocking the carefully piled towers of cash over...and then catching them as she enveloped them, landing with a soft *thump* on the bed.
The pillow was covered with dollar signs, pound signs, euro signs -- tacky, to say the least. But it was, at least, a pillow and not a huge, incriminating stack of cash.
"Room service!" the voice outside the door called.