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She leads a very drunk Indiana Jones up to her room. She pulls him in and closes the door.
The room is fairly spartan, but the bed is large and comfortable and there's a TV in one corner. Disorder is winning the day, with crumbled piles of clothes everywhere and overflowing ashtrays in odd places.
"Right then, have a seat." She gestures to the bed. "It'll only be a tick." She opens the door to the closet and starts rummaging through it.
The room is fairly spartan, but the bed is large and comfortable and there's a TV in one corner. Disorder is winning the day, with crumbled piles of clothes everywhere and overflowing ashtrays in odd places.
"Right then, have a seat." She gestures to the bed. "It'll only be a tick." She opens the door to the closet and starts rummaging through it.