

Getting up from the couch, she points to the wall to the left. 'I thought I saw something here. Seemed like damp. Your bathrooms on the other side, right?' You stand for a while, unable to see any damage. Your neighbour stands in the doorway, eyes fixed on you. After you give a few nervous smiles in response as you pretend to inspect the wall, Marilyn laughs a little. 'I'm sorry. This is making you uncomfortable isn't it?' she gestures down to her body. You go to shake your head, but she butts in. 'I'm a dancer' she smiles, 'I get ready a few hours before work to get psyched up.' She offers to put the robe back on. 'That hardly covers anything' you joke, feeling a little more comfortable. Just as you start to tell her you can't see anything wrong with the wall, she walks away, shouting behind her 'do you want a drink? I think there's a few cans in the fridge.' Looking at your watch, you calculate there's roughly two hours before your girlfriend gets home. 'Sure' you reply wearily