You are able to leave but suddenly feel like saying. You don’t know why but this room seems so.. alluring. As if you’ve gotten attached to it from the time spent disguising yourself for this ridiculous dare. You’ve got plenty of time before the party anyway so no harm in hanging around for a bit.
Looking around you come help but see again and again how much of a bedroom it seems like. One would expect a garage of unused furniture to be all messy and crowed. But this is spacious and all the furniture is arranged nicely just like a bedroom would be expected to be like.
Sitting around the very nice room you consider what there is to do here since you seem content on taking your time. Looking at selves you see some books, including one which looks kind of like a diary. Taking a quick look inside you see it’s writrem in some language you can’t recognise. Most likely Hindi. You put it back down although for some reason a part of you wants to read through the illegible text.
Lower in the self is some golden idol of what seems to be an Indian deity. It must cast a commanding look because you almost feel like praying to it even though you don’t follow their religion or know much about it in general.
You could also watch some more of those tutorials on that useful channel you found. They’re very useful and the Indian lady who does them is a very good teacher. It might even give you a few tips for the party.
Something about the mirror in the corner makes you almost want to do some poses.
And then of course you could take a nap, that bed looks very nice and enthralling and it’s been a big day. You do have plenty of time before the sleepover.