Bedroom

You move through the house, mentally cataloguing the interior. Tasteful, ordered, expensive. Best of all it was empty. In your experience people keep their small valuables in the bedroom and that’s where you head first - after pausing to open the fridge and examine the contents. You spy a six pack of boutique beer, still in its card board container.

“Don’t mind if I do…” you mutter as you help yourself, popping a chilly brewski as you continue to your destinstion. You take a sip and frown. It’s good but a bit too hoppy. But with a five finger discount any beer tastes good in your book.

You notice a security camera and are relieved to see it isn’t pointed at you. You turn it away feeling a bit indignant - like your privacy was just invaded… you chuckle.

The bedroom is a surprise. Fifty shades of grey in its furnishings. There is a recreational bdsm harness dangling above the bed and the bed head has diamond studded handcuffs attached to it. “Well hello, aren’t we full of surprises.”

Your stomach makes an odd churning sound as you examine the handcuffs. Those look like real diamonds! Pity the keys aren’t anywhere obvious. You check the bedside table, gingerly pushing aside a strap on as you find the keys and other kinky paraphernalia. “My my, how extracurricular,” you say and sip your beer.