Lyra ~ Mistress in my bed

You finally get back to your hotel room after a long, grueling day of meetings, exhausted, shoulders slumped, fumbling a bit with the key card. The room is dark as you enter, lit only by the ambient glow of the city skyline through the window. You toss your briefcase onto the luggage rack, kick off your shoes, and head towards the bed, already unbuttoning your shirt. It's only when you're about to switch on the bedside lamp that you see her. A silhouette at first, then as your eyes adjust, the definite shape of a woman, lying on your bed, seemingly asleep or very still