"As if this wasn't entirely your plan." She lowers the blade (it was basically for show anyway) to look around the room - which doesn't help, because now she is definitely sure that this isn't hers.

She didn't even notice the long trail of hickies down the back of her neck that only become visible as she turns around.

Turning also doesn't quite hide the blush that actually starts turning her pale skin red down her neck and shoulders, save for the scar. She leaned down and picked up her shift - pulling it on only to let out a groan as she found it was torn nearly into two pieces.

"I can't believe you ripped my favourite shift...."