Sunlight streamed into the messy room, and the two who had been battling all night slowly stirred awake.
Though saying that, Jonas actually didn't want to get up-it was just that the movements against his body forced him to wake from his dreams.
He looked down at the girl draped in nothing but a thin suit jacket, otherwise almost completely bare and fully exposed. Noticing she was slowly, carefully trying to sit up with movements gentle enough not to wake anyone, he couldn't help but laugh:
"You've become quite a mess, Miss Eiffel."
"Treating a woman like this hardly qualifies as gentlemanly, Mr. Jonas."
The girl's movements froze the moment she heard him, a flush of crimson rapidly spreading across her cheeks. But soon, years of cultivated composure allowed her to maintain a calm, cool expression as she decisively sat up from the sofa.
"Gentleman? Heh, alright then-so tell me, my dear Miss Eiffel, which version of a gentleman do you prefer?"
Jonas raised an eyebrow with a smile, crossing his arms and tilting his head to glance at the girl beside him.
"..."
Eiffel stiffened, then pretended she hadn't heard anything, acting as if nothing had happened as she began picking up the clothes scattered on the floor with slightly unsteady steps.
But Jonas's words had already dredged up memories of that crazy night... Her fingertips picked up the shirt from the floor-the one whose chest buttons had burst off when it was forcibly torn open-and Eiffel could almost feel the forceful grip he'd used on her last night. Her heart pounded. The girl took a deep breath, trying to calm down.
But then she saw the pantyhose thrown on the floor, a tear ripped open at the crotch. Her fingertips touched it and could even feel the already-cool