Today was a good day, Emily thinks, humming to herself as she scrubs the last of the blood from her skin. She shuts off the water and steps out of the shower, reaching for one of the fluffy hotel towels.
When she finishes blow-drying her hair, she steps out of the bathroom and walks past the brutally dismembered corpse to her bag, from which she retrieves a set of nice dry clothes. She dons them, slips into her pretty low-heeled sandals, slings the bag over her shoulder, and starts to leave the hotel room when a thought occurs to her.
That corpse is going to be a bitch and a half for the cleaning staff to deal with.
She goes back inside, tosses a couple of hundred-dollar-bills on the table for a tip, and then strolls out of the hotel.