Waking up the next morning, Rose felt a flutter of panic as her strange surroundings fluttered into view, before the activities of the previous day filled her mind. Stretching out, she wriggled under the soft clean sheets, revelling in the feel of the material against her skin.
A light knock on the door drew her attention, ‘Rose? Its Finch, may I come in?’ he called through the locked door.
Scrambling out of the bed, Rose grabbed the dressing gown that she had found in the wardrobe and threw it over her nightwear, tying the sash tightly before slowly unlocking the door and opening it a c***k.
Smiling through the opening, Finch said, ‘good morning Rose, I have come to take you to breakfast if you are ready’ he said warmly.
‘Um, I'm still in my nightwear’ Rose replied flustered, ‘I'm s
