"In any case, let's get you in a bed for the night," said Clara, as she carefully Steve up off the counter, pausing to remove the rest of his clothes, and then to lower him between her legs.
"What are you doing?" the thief asked.
"Tucking you into bed," said Clara. "I don't have any beds for folks your size, save for the one inside of me."
Steve gulped. "Is this safe?" he asked.
"It's very safe," said Clara. "I've roomed many Guests this way."
"Be gentle," said Steve. "My leg bothers me."
Clara chuckled, only to carefully shove him inside of her. "This is exactly what your leg needs. Now, get some sleep - I need mine."
