The music. She's here because Jekyll offered peaceful companionship and uninterrupted music. Hyde ensures that she has neither.

Suddenly her melancholy slam into Paloma, hard. Why stay when they've both had what they wanted and nothing worth keeping is left behind? She dips for the clutch beside her chair and stands with what dignity she can muster with sticky inner thighs. Hyde is given a tight nod, disappointed eyes, and a view of her retreating ass.