For reasons they do not know, they cannot speak or make any sound in the atrium; it is powerfully enspelled into silence. Upon reaching the second flo...r, they make their way to a stone table in the center of the room, dropping packs on the ground as they gather. They each sit at a chair, still maintaining their cardinal positions. At the eastern side of the table, the tall, blonde woman stands. She has the fullness of adult-hood, somewhere between her second and third decade. She wears long. "Do you want to try one of these clubs?" I asked, still trying to assess my own attitude to the possibility of spending a hundred euros for the privilege of taking our clothes off with a lot of strangers and letting follow what will. "Of course not. Not with my figure. And all those groping hands." She shuddered at the thought. But she was being excessively modest about her figure. She takes good care of it, joining me at the gym twice a week when other commitments allow. I think. MY space.She looked around quickly. “Not as bad as I imagined,” she said. “Acceptable levels of clutter.”“Make yourself at home, punkin,” I said. “I’ll be quick.”She giggled. “I’d rather you be thorough.”I laughed, headed into the bedroom, grabbed some clothes, then hit the bath. Shower felt good. It always does after rugby. I know that tomorrow I’ll have aches and pains and bruises, but there’s a certain small honor in having them. I had one particular whack on the back of my thigh, though,. He left, and the scraping sound of the bar once again locked the door.I ate. The food surprised me, it was tasty and fresh. There was nothing more to do, I paced the floor waiting. Finally I used the chamber pot and crawled into bed, exhausted and slept.The morning dawned cold and white, at least what I could see of it through the slit of a window I had. I again used the chamber pot but quickly dove under the covers again. The floor was ice.A maid entered the room."I have clean cloths for you.".