Taking the leap

Aimee cautiously opened her eyes, slowly taking in her surroundings. There was the undeniable thump of bass music going on downstairs, so she must still be at Club HQ.

The room was clean, and the furniture of good quality; a few expensive-looking pieces of art hung on the walls, and as Aimee sat up slowly, she noticed that there were some personal effects lying around, boots by the door, a coffee cup resting on the small table in the corner, just little things really, but enough to let her know she was in someone's personal space, and not one of the spare rooms like she'd assumed.

Aimee was lying on a large bed, with a matching pillow and duvet cover set, and smelling like fresh linen-well that narrowed it down a