An unusual message filled the display.Would you like to change your life?The message was impossible. There wasn’t anything on my camera able to gene...ate a message like this. No apps, no internet…no way. But more than the impossibility of it, the question itself stuck out to me.Wouldn’t anyone, if they were in my shoes?Still, I selected “no.” Whatever strange force—and yes, I already believed something supernatural was at play—had infected my camera and posed me a question with such an obvious. I entered the room from where I was hearing little noise. It was a small room in the corner with a big broad old style bed.A small and big almirah and a window opening in the back for light. The room was dark. I entered pretending that I do not know about them. I was aware enough that two were hiding under the bed and one was behind the small almirah opposite to each other near the window.I started soaking my body with the towel above the clothes. They were dead silent till that time. I went. She shook her head, and glanced out the window. Mr. Hamilton was already through the turnstile, heading for the men's locker room. Anya turned her attention back to the next customer.*****Peter stepped into the shower, expecting a blast of icy water. Instead, it felt pleasantly warm. Warm and... tingly. He turned - and felt a sudden stabbing pain in his right hand. On the ring finger. The pain radiated outward, like his hand was aflame, singing and scorching every nerve. Peter opened his mouth. The bed looked huge, big enough to accommodate all three of them. Fiona looked to both the men and put her fingers to her lips, indicating that they were both to remain silent. She told them to stay at the foot of the bed, she then laid herself on the bed and proceeded to slowly remove her clothes, she could see the hungry look in the men's eyes, she took her time and eventually she was naked apart from her stockings. Her full breasts stood out, two round orbs with huge erect nipples.