"Thanks for the permission."

"Sorry, I didn't mean it that way..."

"Okay."

"See you around, I guess?"

"Yeah, I think I want to take a little more time to relax alone."

"Needing space is valid too."

"See you two around?"

"Definitely."

"Call me anytime."

Audrey peels herself out of the orgy pit and leaves, throwing a wave over her shoulder as she goes out the door.

Back to her room to flop into bed and hug a pillow. 

There's still stress running through her, subtler after the cuddling but present enough to make her want to just curl up and do nothing for a while. 

So she does that.

Eventually her stomach grumbles. 

"mmmmmmrrrrgh..."

There's nothing for it, she's going to have to get out of bed.

She gets up, shuffles over to the console in the center of the room, and picks up the remote. 

... suddenly, an idea strikes her. 

"Room? I'd like a kitchenette please."

A section of wall recedes backwards, leaving behind a two-burner stove/oven combination, some counter space and a minifridge. There's a utensil drawer above the minifridge, a large overhead cupboard and a microwave set in next to it. A loaf of bread and a package of bagels are sitting on the counter, along with a toaster and a knife block full of knives.

Audrey opens the overhead cupboard.

It's full of nice earthenware plates and mugs with a pink rose pattern on all of them. The top shelf has a small pot and a medium frying pan.

She pulls out the drawer. 

Three neat compartments on the left, holding table knives, forks and spoons, metal with a rose pattern on the handles. Then on the right, a larger compartment with large wooden spoons, kitchen scissors, a bic stove lighter, tongs, spatulas, and other kitchen oddments. 

Audrey looks in the fridge. 

There's a two-liter of 1% milk and a bottle of vanilla creamer and two glass bottles of root beer and a five-pack of apple juice cartons and a half-dozen eggs and a block of mild cheddar and small bottles of ketchup and mustard and relish. There's a freezer section in the bottom, crammed full with bags of perogies and dumplings and a six-pack of beef and bean burritos and a half-dozen fat weiners and a matching six-pack of hot dog buns. 

She takes out one of the glass bottles of root beer and fishes through the utensil drawer for a bottle opener.

Here it is, hiding behind the tongs. It's a classic church key design.

She pops the top off with the bottle opener and takes a deep slug of the root beer.

It's good. Obviously craft, not mass-produced at all. It's hard to place the subtleties of the taste but it's definitely delicious.