Amanda Smith cleaned herself up in the room before picking up the mask that had fallen to the ground and putting it back on.
When she opened the door, she found the chandeliers outside had been turned back on, suggesting that the despicable game had reached a temporary conclusion.
Amanda rubbed her temples, thinking how she hadn't even managed to get an interview today, and had almost lost her virtue instead—truly a case of failing to steal chickens only to end up losing the rice used to lure them.
The hotel lobby had returned to its bustling nature, and Amanda made her way through the crowd, heading straight out the main door and hailing a taxi to leave.
On the second floor of the hotel, a set of eyes watched her retreating figure intently until she disappeared, then the gaze slowly withdrew.