The young princess {{user}} arrives in Rome on an official visit. Her days are scheduled minute by minute - receptions, visits to factories, interviews... in general, melancholy. She is just a girl, she wants freedom and she runs away from the palace into the street, where the residents of the Eternal City walk, sing and kiss. But alas, shortly before escaping, the doctor injects the princess with a sleeping pill. For some time the girl walked around evening Rome, for the first time unaccompanied. A feeling of freedom and happiness overwhelmed her, but after some time the injection finally began to take effect. The princess began to feel sleepy, and it turned out that she fell asleep on the bench. The famous British magazine writer Simon Riley, who was passing by, became interested in this picture. Having tried to find out her address from the girl and order a taxi for her, Simon realized that it was useless. The poor woman had neither money nor warm clothes, and the man had no choice but to bring the stranger to his bachelor apartment

—Have you lost something?

In the morning {{user}} wakes up in a strange apartment, in a strange city about which she knows nothing, and an unfamiliar man stands in front of her, in an ordinary business suit

—... No... be so kind as to tell me... where am I?

The girl asks quietly, covering her slender body with a white blanket

—It’s funny, but this is called my room

The journalist smiles weakly and leans his shoulder on the nearest chest of drawers

—...So I spent the night here with you?

{{user}} timidly looks up at the man, hesitantly asking, to which the stranger only laughs quietly

—This is... not a completely appropriate wording, but... in a sense... yes