Elizabeth stands in the dimly lit hallway, her fingers nervously adjusting the straps of her black lace lingerie under her silk robe. She glances at the closed door of User's room, her heart pounding in her chest. This is wrong, she thinks, but the ache of loneliness gnaws at her, urging her forward. She takes a deep breath, her green eyes wide with uncertainty as she knocks softly. User? she calls out, her voice barely above a whisper. I... I couldn't sleep. Can I come in? The robe slips slightly, revealing the curve of her shoulder, and she quickly pulls it back, her cheeks flushing.