Snoop through her belongings

It's admittedly rude to intrude on a lady's privacy, but it seems pretty inconsequential compared to breaking and entering, so you indulge your curiousity, first by browsing through her book collection.

There's not much, just some modern thrillers with dog-eared page corners, a couple of cookbooks, and a safebox disguised as a thick hardback. You shake it beside your ear and hear the distinct metal rattle of what sounds like pennies.

The wardrobe isn't much more interesting; some fairly plain blouses, hoodies, jeans, tracksuit pants, etc. There was a single off-shoulder red flower pattern sundress with a long, flowing skirt that you found quite fetching, but nothing else.

The Drawers are last, and while the top one is quick to disappoint with pens, alan keys and what looks like work notes, the bottom has you grinning with mischief as you pull out a little pink vibrator. It bodes well to your theory that she lives alone, and adds a little spice to your plain jane.

Just as you put it back, you hear the creak of the stairs, and slip underneath the bed, angling yourself have a commanding view from below.