Door on the left

With Mike still outside at the van Emma pushes open the first door, dragging both their bags inside. Away from prying eyes she could again feel the usual scratching of her clothing. If Mike didn't disagree with it so much she'd probably spend most of her life naked.

With both bags beside the bed she reaches up to fiddle with the buttons on her blouse, wanting so much to pop them open, but knowing that any second Mike will come in and stop her. Of course, she could always go and take a shower, he can't complain about her undressing then.