I go to Marta's room, who is clad in very tight black trousers that accentuate her beautiful body. Her hair is tousled and adorned with garments, reminding me of the wild girl I met in France.

"Marta! I almost didn't recognise you!" I exclaim, truly astonished to see her.

"Why haven't you dressed yet?" she asks, ignoring my exclamation as if it were nothing.

"I came to see what you were going to wear to match. I've never been to a nightclub, you know," I explain, unable to stop looking at her; she is truly beautiful. "Marta, you've really surprised me. You're very beautiful and you were hiding it."

"Stop...