Pin the blame on the devil

After having a bowl of instant noodles, Purple and Malori slumped onto the small bed in the bedroom. 

Since they were dating, they decided to live in a one-bedroom apartment in order to save their expenses. The cramped furniture was just enough for both of them to sleep on—with minimum tossing, of course. Fortunately, it was in good condition. They could have a normal night of sleep here as long as they turned a blind eye to the perverted graffiti.

"At least the bed is stable." Purple sighed as she tried to unsee the drawn d*ck on the wall. Just who was the previous occupant of this house?

She eased herself as she laid onto Malori's arm like a pillow. "Such a streak of bad luck. After waiting for all those hours, we have to spend the night in such a horrible house. This must be because of Shera."