Robin had prepared for her new roommate as soon as Daisy had stopped showing up in their room, stripping the bed of the shredded forest green blanket and dirtied sheets that had started to smell rank from Daisy's stale perfume and perspiration. The pillow, much to Robin's disgust, had become splotchy from her old roommate's unwashed hair and was blotted with crimson lipstick and mascara she didn't take off. Robin almost wanted to cry for her at that moment, but she kept herself occupied by pulling out baby blue sheets that were much less used and remaking the bed. Lastly, she placed a soft lavender duvet over top of them where the old, filthy green one used to be.
If she was being completely honest with herself, Robin was kind of glad that she wouldn't have to listen to Daisy's crying in the middle of the night anymore.
As for the rest of the room, Robin cleaned up what she could. She kept her door open to remove the stench of a broken girl, wiped away the dust that collected on various surfaces, and swept the lint balls and dust bunnies off of the floor. When the smell of Daisy still lingered, Robin found a couple of linen-scented drier sheets and snagged them in the vent. Whenever the heater came on, it blasted the fresh scent about the room and Robin was satisfied by the changes. It felt much less stifling than before.
Now that a new roommate was here, Robin eyed her wearily as she looked about the room. Sure, it wasn't a room at the Holiday Inn, but Robin hoped that Hope knew that she tried her best to keep the place clean and wanted Hope to be comfortable. It was the least Robin could do for someone who had to join her in this hell hole.
Robin sighed at Hope's inquisition, crossing the small room in a few long strides to sit on what was to be Hope's new bed, and then patted at the empty space beside her. The sixteen year old knew that Hope had to find out what happens around her - she'd find out sooner or later anyways, despite Robin not wanting to confirm anyone's worst nightmare-, so she began cautiously, "T didn't bring you here to enjoy a relaxing vacation at a hotel, obviously." Robin picked at a corner of Hope's blanket, fraying an edgy a smidge. "You've been brought here to work for him as an escort, call-girl, or whatever you want to see it as, just like the rest of us here. Tomorrow, T will assign you to some girls who are going to explain your place here and show you the ropes for about a week. Now, they'll be authoried to use some... force if you try anything that he doesn't like, but you'll be fine if you just don't act out."
Robin was speaking too hurriedly with an explanation that she knew didn't really make sense, but she continued, "In the meantime, you won't be allowed to leave the Barn," She gestured to around the room, trying to depict the whole building, "and you won't be able to talk to anyone in the outside. If you try to leave-" Robin swallowed the lump that started to form in her throat, "You'll regret it."
Robin picked up her bravery and turned to look at Hope in the face, her jaw set, but her eyes sympathetic. "And in a week or two you'll be sent to service your first client."