She gladly accepts the offer.

It occurred to Vivianne it wouldn't be bad to find some new friends already on her first day in the hotel. She nodded. "Sure, let's sit down, drink and chit-chat for a while."

Agatha clapped her hands cheerfully. "That's splendid! You know, I was given a bottle of wine yesterday. It would be sad if I had to drink it alone," said she. "Are you okay with that? Yes? That's great - I mean, it's a bottle of dry wine, and I'm more into the sweeter vintages, but I guess it all goes down to the brand and…" While talking, she fetched the promised bottle, along with two medieval-styled goblets.

She wouldn't hold her tongue for a second, and Vivianne almost wondered whether the chubby redhead isn't a bit drunk already. But it seemed talkativeness is just a part of her character.

The two girls sat down and opened the bottle; and the Chamber of Dread turned into the Boudoir of Girly Fun. Agatha let loose in an unstoppable flood of words and Vivianne mostly smiled, sipped the wine and responded with 'uh huh'; but she was okay with that, being more of a listener than a speaker anyway.

While they were talking, Vivianne found out that her new companion was quite the history nerd. At first, she talked about the wax museums in the 19th century. That was Agatha's passion. Then she somehow got to the witch hunts. That was Agatha's other passion. She told Viv about some of the most bizarre cases - how certain women were accused of witchcraft and sexual misconduct, and then tied completely naked to the pillory as punishment. The people from their village or town would come to see their shame, laugh at them and insult them and throw rotten fruit or eggs at their exposed nude body.

"Wow!" said Vivianne. She was astounded.

"By the way, aren't you cold? We can go to the upper room, if you are," suggested Agatha suddenly.

"What? No, I'm not cold. Why are you even asking?" wondered Vivianne.

"I just thought... well... your nipples are showing. Through your top, I mean."

Viv looked down at her chest, her face immediately turning red. "I don't - no, really - I mean - -"

The red headed girl chuckled. "Oh my, you are the blushing type!"

Vivianne hated herself. Why can't she act normally? The very thought of someone seeing the shape of her nipples, even if it was through her clothing and even if that someone was another girl, made Viv uncomfortable. She didn't think, though, that her black top would be so revealing. It must be the light down there! One way or the other, she decided to return to her room as soon as possible and put on something more decent. Even the hated bra would do, if need be.

"I think - - I think I'm blushing because of the wine," she lied.

"Calm down, Viv!" giggled Agatha, showing her neat white teeth; she was now clearly under the influence. "Don’t worry! I've been making fun of you, that's all. They're not that visible. Just a little."