Eating sweet melons

This was the first time Erika entered Robin’s bedroom.

She took a step in and immediately felt a kind of overwhelming oppression.

The room had a depressing colour scheme and in her field of view was a superior audio system playing soothing music in the background. The curtains were drawn completely and the whole room felt shut in.

There was a great abundance of alcohol in the room–a row of various hard liquors was neatly lined in a huge alcohol cabinet.

Other than Robin, there was someone else in the room.

Robin’s hypnotist.

From the looks of it, Robin was preparing for bed.

Well, so much fuss just to go to bed…

Seeing that he slept quite soundly last night, it was probably due to the lack of sleep for the past 3 nights?

As Erika entered, the hypnotist left.

Under the warm glow of light above her head, Erika walked over to the bar, sat down and poured himself a glass of red wine, “Go on.”

Erika had already prepared a script earlier so she didn’t hesitate and went straight to the point