Oddments of props from the theatre were stacked around the room. It was private property and they shouldn't have trespassed.
“I feel like a prisoner here. I'm so hot and tired, and want to go home,” wailed Candy. She stretched a leg the length of Tony's torso and leaned her head back against an old mirror to get cool. “It's all your fault for shutting the door too hard.”
“Oh stop moaning! Someone will find us soon.”
“Well there is one thing,” she grinned. “We could play strip eye spy again.”
“No way! You cheat.”