The couch, with only two pillows

Defeated, the nubile nude jogged back down to her suitcase in the foyer, plopping it on the coffee table and taking everything out. She sighed and smiled at David's print, and saw her Plan B. Grateful she hadn't forgotten about it, she decided to swallow it dry.

After a while of looking at her phone and listening to music, Candace had the bright idea of buying some clothes on Amazon. She looked at everything in stock and filled her cart, but when she went to purchase her items her card was declined. Not realizing that she had used an expired one, she sighed and decided to call it a night. She looked at the time and saw that it was 11 o'clock. Had she really been nude for a full twelve hours?! She didn't want to think about that, and really, really hoped that tonight would be her last night in the buff; she would call her roommate tomorrow about the luggage situation and have it shipped to her express, expenses be damned.

Although she had slept decently on the plane, the day had taken its toll and Candace's eyes were once again weighing down on her. She look at what there was in the living room. The couch had only two throw pillows, and Candace discovered it was not a pull-out bed. No other furniture appeared or brought fruit. Finding the room not particularly cold, and hoping that her body temperature wouldn't drop too much by sleeping, she used one pillow to support her head and curled in the fetal position facing the back of the couch, using the other pillow as the world's worst blanket. After a half hour of struggling and slight shivering, Candace fell asleep and into a nightmare.