Chapter 14

Emma followed Jen down the hallway some time later, her clothes, cellphone, and other personal items locked away in a room that seemed too luxurious to call a locker room. It was more like a suite in an ultra-expensive hotel. Her hands shook as she pulled the edges of the robe closer together. A group of three men headed their way, each dressed like a Roman slave. Their feet were encased in ropy sandals that looked ridiculously uncomfortable, their bodies hairless from their foreheads down, their hips wrapped in thick, white lengths of cloth that barely contained what hid beneath. Each one winked as they passed.

Emma thought she might fall over from the rush of blood to her face.

"Unbelievable, right?" Jen whispered in her ear.

"Definitely," she replied.

Jen grabbed her hand and led her down another corridor. They walked into a small room where another of the pretty French maids was waiting.

"Ladies," she said with a smile, gesturing for them to take a seat on a long couch covere