Vanessa hurried to Marcel's room.
"No, I have to get to Marcel quickly, I have to stop Donald before he gets there." She thought as she sprinted to Marcel's room.
She reached Marcel's doorstep and opened the door.
"What exactly do you think you are doing?" screaming.
Dora was massaging Marcel's back. He and Dora got startled.
"What is it, Vanessa? You made me scared." Marcel shouted.
"I think that's enough massage for one day, get your filthy hands off Marcel now." Vanessa barked at Dora.
Dora stared at her.
Marcel got up covering his naked body with a towel. "What exactly is it, Vanessa? It's just a massage, you don't have to get so bossy." He said.
Vanessa struggles to keep her cool, she exhales.
"Of course, I know it's just a massage, but too much massage isn't really good, you know. I mean, what if she mistakenly crushed a bone in your body? I can't bear to see you in such pain, Marcel." She pretended to smile.
Dora picked up her phone and stared at it for a second.
