He stood, and walked around the bed, careful to avoid stumbling over shoes and undergarments strewn across the carpeted floor. "What am I supposed to do, Boda?"
'Go to the head of the bed. Do you see the little drawer set into the headboard? It is just left of the stereo… yes, there,' it gushed enthusiastically, as Damon pointed out the drawer's catch. 'Pull it open. Take everything that you find inside.'
The boy stretched on his tiptoes to gather the contents, as instructed. While his fingers scraped and scrambled to fish out what he might find, the noises of his activity seemed deafening. With every scratch and rattle, the three sleeping figures stirred fitfully, and their breathing was disturbed. Damon hesitated, and attempted to withdraw prematurely, as his knees threatened to buckle and spill him into the bed. Boda was instantly at hand, however, to steady him and help his fingers to move more smoothly.
Soon, he had collected a handful of expensive, gem-encrusted jewelry, including a woman's heavy watch, which sparkled with white diamonds. Easing back to his heels, Damon backed away from the bed several steps. "Now what?" he whispered softly.
His secret friend had followed in the deep mat of the carpeting, sniggering. Before it could reply, the female snapped upright in bed, again. "What?" she grumbled, blinking owlishly. "What did you say?" She cocked her head curiously, and her hair tossed wildly. She blinked. She smacked her lips and tasted her tongue. Now, much to Damon's breathless horror, her head turned to take in the room. First away from him, to her left, she glanced, and then slowly back to the right. Her face came completely into view, and she blinked widely, apparently staring directly into Damon's own terrified eyes.