A shower seems the most important thing.

You are so sticky with filth, and there is something more, your skin feels hot. You have to take a shower. Your shirt and purse are right there, so you grab them and head in the bathroom, not seeing exactly where your skirt landed just yet. Setting the two items on the counter you decide to take a close look at the license. Staring at it for a few seconds you indeed see an ever so faint blue glow, however you don't think the card itself is magic, just that it had a spell on it and now it is fading. “So blue is good then?” You ask the card, as if it could answer, slip it back into your purse, and drop it back onto your wadded up shirt.

Climbing in, you turn on the water full blast and simply stand there looking up in to the flow, hands pressed against he wall. Standing there like that, in a motel room without a door and a shattered window, you are pretty sure that at any moment someone will come walking in and arrest you. Although something he said, about you being forgettable, makes you think that perhaps there isn't anyone coming after all. As the water washes over you, the filth seems to recoil from the flow as if alive, and you come clean rather quickly. Bending over you even point your asshole at the raging shower and spread your cheeks. The beads of the stream blast your gaping hole and in a sticky blast whatever he deposited inside of you suddenly leaps out, fights at the edge of the tub and melts under the flow, hissing and bubbling. “Fuck. Glad I took the shower. Guess they don't like running water. Good to know.” Finally satisfied you turn off the water and step out of the shower and look in the mirror. Your hair is a mess, well the sides anyway. Where his teeth were grating the sides of your head, your hair is nearly gone, with only bumpy patches remaining. All the long platinum blond and pink hair on top seems fine, just the right side above your ear, and the left side in front of your ear and low on your neck. Looking you decide the best way to make it look right will be to have someone shave the sides of your head. Looking around the bathroom you even spot a solution, a man's razor, and a tiny tube of shaving gel. Tying your hair up into a makeshift ponytail, you carefully separate a line on both sides about an inch from the top of each ear, and quickly go to work shaving the sides of your head. Finding a few more sticky patches you aren't sure of, you also shave low on the back of your neck, just a little. When you are done you let down your hair and give it a tussle. “Kinda slutty maybe, but I think I like it. Says fuck me punk I guess.” You decide. Then you pull on your shirt and take a step toward the bathroom door.

“Looks like an incident. I smell one of the cursed and a demon, but I don't see anything.” You hear a voice from the hall say. A moment of silence follows then it speaks again, “I haven't gone in yet. What do you want me to do?” More silence, you are pretty sure it must be someone talking into a phone. You quietly reach back and pull your purse around your neck and arm, so it is across your chest. “Kill everything? Are you sure?” This causes your heart to skip a beat. “Yes I know there isn't anything sanctioned to be in here. Fine I'll clean it all up and get back to you.” A click tells you that the phone has shut. Another sound follows that causes you to panic. Someone or something clearly pulls back the slide on an automatic pistol, as if to check to be sure a round is or isn't in the chamber. Then the door, what is left of it is pushed aside and footsteps enter the room. You hold your breath as you see a shadow walk past the bathroom door and head across the room toward the broken window. Your heart is slamming in your chest as panic grips you threatening to make you scream. You try to quietly take a step toward the door, 'maybe you can escape while he is looking out the window', you think. As you step just beyond the door the man, as you can now tell that it is, even though his features are totally in shadow, spins and yells out, “Don't move!” You freeze in shock, a gun pointing right at your chest. Then he breathes a sigh of relief. “What the fuck are you doing in here? What do you belong to?”
“I.” You stammer, and his look changes from relief to genuine surprise.

“Wait. You are a cursed aren't you. I couldn't tell for a second there, your aura reeks of demon. A fucking meat sack. What happened here?”

“A demon tried to eat me I guess.” You answer taking a step back.

“So what you killed a demon. No fucking way.” He starts laughing. “That is rich. The guys are gonna love hearing about this.”

“Can I go?” You ask taking another step back.

“Go. Oh that is funny, what are you some kind of escaped.... Oh shit you are aren't you.” He stops laughing, still with a big grin. “Oh just fucking die already you meat sack.” With that he pulls up the large pistol and fires. Seeing the gun raise, and remembering what the demon said, you lunge back with all your strength and dive at the doorway. Just in time too, as a pair of slugs rip into the wall at mid chest level. You scamper around the doorway and run for all you are worth. He steps into the hall after you and lets another three bullets fly just as you hit the end of the hall and basically dive to the left at the staircase. “Why do you have to make me chase you. You know you can't get away. There isn't anywhere to go.” You can hear him running down the hallway as you fly down the stairs. Hitting the door hard you burst out of the hotel into the afternoon air. The pavement is hot on your bare feet, but it doesn't matter, you run as fast as you can from the door. Just then you spot salvation in the form of the guy you saw earlier, the valet. He has just parked a somewhat beat up but still nice looking late model Mustang fastback. You run at him at full speed, he looks up whistling some tune coming through his headphones just a second to late to do anything about your charge. You lower your shoulder and slam into him as hard as your tiny new body is capable of.

He falls backward and hits the ground hard yelling, “What the fuck!” Holding his head and elbow.

Your attack did exactly as you hoped and knocked the keys out of his hand. Scooping them up you leap into the car, slam the key home, and turn over the engine that roars to life immediately. Looking over you see it is a stick shift and before the valet can stand, you slam it into drive. You see the shadowy figure in your mirror, but in the light of day, standing in the parking lot with cameras watching he doesn't pull his gun, he simply holds up his hand and waves to you.