Go out into the mist!

Viv went through the door into the realm of mist and gloom, but she stopped as soon as the air outside touched her skin. Even though it wasn't so cold she'd thought it would be, she could feel her nipples harden under the thin fabric on the top. She even had goosebumps on her bare shoulders.

But the view was worth it. The fog was thick as it could be, full of strange sounds and arcane secrets; the half visible trees looked like some feeble old giants, leaning over and grasping with their scrawny arms. The wind moaned and wailed with sudden gulfs. Are there ghosts roaming these woods?

Bam! The door behind Vivianne's back suddenly closed; startled, she almost jumped. "Stop being such a scaredy-cat, Viv!" our heroine laughed. But when she wanted to take another step towards the railings, she felt as if something was tugging her skirt. When she looked down, she found out its end has been caught by the slamming door. Luckily, it didn't look damaged.

Vivianne grabbed for her access card to open the probably-too-secured balcony door, but suddenly she realized she must have left it in her room. Of course, it's in the pocket of her trousers, and those are lying on the bed! She sighed with irritation. "Well, how am I supposed to get back now?"