[A preliminary search turned up no clothes beyond socks, which was... quite frankly a little bit worrying. He winced as he turned the bathroom light on. No clothes. He stuck his hands under the tap to rinse his face off. When he opened his eyes, he was greeted with the sight of his throat and the massive quantities of hickeys therein. He could see individual teeth marks in some spots. He did not want to think of the implications at this time.]

[Back to the mystery of the disappearing clothes. Eliot wrapped a towel around his waist and poked his head into the hallway. Sure enough... there was a shirt, and further down, some pants. Well this was... telling. Scavenger hunt time.]