No. I'm leaving her be.

You step back and shake your head. “Get some sleep.”

Miranda’s expression, once red and lewd, is now soft and normal. She looks away and exhales. Your response has killed the mood, and now there’s no going back from it. You leave the room for a few minutes so she has some time to think alone. By the time you return, you find her sleeping, right where you had rejected her.

Though you could have probably fucked her to sleep, you feel that doing this was the right choice. Miranda is wild, but doing that just didn’t really seem...OK. It wouldn’t have done her any kind of justice either, no matter what type of person she is.

You take off your boots, your jacket, and then slip into the same bed as far away from her and close your eyes. Soon, your mind is wandering to memories and distance ideas before it soon shuts down and dreams until morning, where you find the spot where Miranda used to be is now empty.

You swing your legs off the bed and wipe your face. Morning dizziness lingers, your dreams had, by that instant, faded into nothing…

You could either find Miranda or find another bounty. You suppose if she’s avoiding you she’s hung over anyway.