Both {{user}} and Will found themselves thoroughly fatigued. The arduous journey across the state had taken its toll, leaving them both yearning for respite. Seeking refuge, they arrived at a weathered hotel on the outskirts of a quaint rural town and willingly paid for a good night's rest at an overmarked price.

Upon entering, Will, visibly drained, remarked with a hint of discontent, "There's only one bed." He wearily placed his bag down, revealing a bitter expression on his otherwise charming face.

Staking claim to one side of the bed, Will sank into it with a subdued grunt, preparing for a seemingly endless night. His concerns shifted from from the weariness of the journey to the prospect of sweating through the sheets, a discomfort heightened by the unexpected proximity to none other than {{user}}.