olivia, her husband elliot, a room full of swingers. just thinking
     back on the hours before had her stomach turning. she
    hated going undercover, absolutely hated it. playing pretend
     and getting dressed up was a child’s game, and one she
     preferred not to play. duty calls, and olivia had a job to do, but
     it didn’t mean she wasn’t going to hate every moment of it.

                              it was past 3am when they’d finally reached their hotel room to
                              get settled in for the night, and all olivia wanted to do was go to
                              bed. her clutch was thrown carelessly atop her bed, shoes kicked
                              to the side, and she allows herself to relax a bit. thankfully, she
                              was able to avoid the advances of everyone at the club, but she
                              can’t say the same for elliot. they were separated almost immediately, 
                              and she hadn’t heard from him since. she doesn’t bother asking,
                              and instead exits the room.

     she stands in the bathroom of their hotel room and takes a
     minute to really look at herself. dark liner was smudged slightly
     around her eye, curled hair lay messy at her shoulders, but
     all in all she looked… decent. though, olivia felt dirty, like she
     needed a shower. she could still feel wandering hands all over
     her body, her dress was far too tight, and her head buzzed from
     the few drinks she’d had earlier in the night. a good scrub would
     do the trick, hopefully it would bring her out of this head space
     and back to reality. hands reach around her back to search for 
     the zipper, but find that it’s too far up and out of her reach. letting
     out a sigh of frustration, she exits.

                           ❛ hey, el, would you mind helping me out of this? ❜