"The ever loving fuck is a house phone?" Bill asked as he headed up the stairs, looking at the hallway curiously. Lots of weird, creepy art. Nice. And a crop in a frame for some reason. Maybe he looked horses? He studied it for a moment and then frowned. "I'm not gonna learn the price of the books and I think people notice a missing book. Leaves a gap, don't it?"

He moved into the bedroom and walked forward, stubbing his toe on some stupid chair that was in there. "Ah. Fuck." He staggered back and fumbled for the lights before he dropped onto the bed and took off his shoe, holding his foot. "Stubbed my toe. It's so fucking dark."

After babying his foot for a few, he shuffled along the bed and sat by the bedside table, opening it to try and find some cash or stray jewellery. Instead, he found handcuffs. "Man. He's kinky. He's got cuffs by the bed."