Nessa followed Marielle out, anxious to get downstairs before this became a complaint about the staff. Near the bathing room, five women who had arrived with the family were approaching from rooms farther along the corridor.
The silver-haired one stopped when Marielle planted herself in their path.
"You're travelling with that man, aren't you?"
"Which man?"
"The one fucking his entire household next door!"
"Ah." The silver-haired woman glanced toward the closed door as another muffled cry escaped beneath it. "Yes."
Marielle drew herself up.
"Some of us have been travelling all day. I finally lie down, and apparently he has decided the whole inn needs to hear such degenerate sounds."
"Yeah, well, he's on his honeymoon." The large tanker grinned.
The silver-haired woman rubbed her forehead. "I should've demanded rooms on another floor like 'that' woman. What a careless oversight."
