Dark Plots of Byzantine Complexity

So what really happened, according to MGM:

My sources tell me that your suspicions ran even deeper. Apparently, you thought that MGM was still planning to sleep in his own bed but deliberately removed the sheets in a Machiavellian bid to deter you from joining him. A source directly connected to the whole incident passed me this insider account:

The place: MGM Mansions, Singapore
The time: Late in the evening

[As the curtain rises, MGM is zipping around tidying up his apartment, emptying the washing machine, folding clothes and doing various other tedious chores. IC has been silently shadowing him for several minutes, never allowing him to leave her sight, with a knowing smirk as if she is well aware of exactly what he is up to and if he thinks she is that easily fooled, he is in for a shock.]

IC: I'm tired! I'm going to bed.
[This is the 4th time she has said this. Yet she is still here, shadowing MGM]
MGM: OK. Me too.

[MGM takes IC's hand and they go to the spare bedroom. IC narrows her eyes suspiciously.]

IC: But I don't want to sleep in the spare room! Why can't we sleep on your bed!
MGM: Because there are no sheets on that bed. I'm going to join you in a minute, don't worry.

[IC says nothing but her eyes narrow even further and she marches to MGM's master bedroom. MGM follows.]

IC: Well, it looks fine to me.
MGM. Hold on a minute.

 
[MGM turns on the light, so it is no longer pitch dark in the room. On the bed is a bare mattress.]

MGM [Indicating the mattress]: You see?
IC: Well, I don't care! I'm still going to sleep here.
[She peers at MGM with a defiant look of triumph on her face. She seems to be thinking 'Aha! Checkmate! Let's see you get out of this one, you slippery mofo.'

MGM [Perplexed]: Oh... Well, umm... OK. But, you know that I am going to be sleeping in the spare room, right?
IC [Quietly]: Oh.

[MGM goes for a quick shower. IC heads for guest bedroom. MGM exits shower and goes to guest bedroom. There is no sign of IC. But the duvet appears to be tightly wound up like a cocoon around some small sleeping body beneath.]

MGM: Umm. Hello... You awake? Hello...?

{Silence. Somewhere far away, a wolf howls at the moon. Curtain falls.]