Stephanie's POV
I slammed into the most bouncy, soft bed, my body being sucked into the mattress. After dinner, Mary brought me up to a bedroom. It was too spacious, maybe the same size as my apartment. The white accent walls and marble flooring made it look even more spacious.
There was a king-sized bed at the center decorated in black and white sheets. There was a sofa and armchair in black against the bed with a TV pinned on the wall. This looked more like a hotel than a daily-use room. It was luxurious, sure, in the way a hotel is; it wasn't comfortable the way a home is. A year in the most luxurious hotel room is always a treat to oneself.
