Upstairs, there are only two rooms and one lounge. The room adjacent to the stairs down was smaller, James and Ivy only used it as storage for their clothes.
In the larger master bedroom, James finds the HR-17 robot just wrapped around his wife. It seemed that Ivy had chosen to rest to forget the terrible torture that James had inflicted on her earlier.
"Do you need anything, honey?" James just wanted to make sure.
But Ivy chose to remain silent, ignoring her husband's presence in the room.
James laughed softly. Of course, she must be mad at me, he thought.
"All right, honey," he said. "I'm just making sure you're safe."
"Go to hell!" Ivy snorted. Her gaze was blank, there was nothing she could enjoy behind the glass wall.
"Well," James smiled broadly. "I want to make love to you tonight. You know, that show earlier was enough to get me excited."
"I don't care," said Ivy. "Just do what you want to do."