I carefully hid a smile as Rasputin and Merlin’s eyes narrowed as they gazed in silence at Morgana and then Pyotr.“Let us eat as civilised folk do...before we hand over hostages,” Elymas replied as he held out his hand indicating a much larger table.“Please sit, ladies,” Morgana said to the women. “Do not worry; I believe this will go smoothly.”“I’d like to examine Pyotr if I may,” Merlin requested.“Of course, after we’ve eaten,” Morgana replied with a bright smile as Pyotr was marched by Róisín. All of them were excited and kept asking about the two birds. All twelve had arrived at once after meeting in the boozer down the road for a pre-party pint or several. Lads if you go through to the lounge youll meet the maids for the night who will tend to your requests. It was a borderline stampede into the front as all my mates fought to be the first ones to lay eyes on the maids. I followed them through and picked up my beer from the dining table. Matt, Ray, Chris, Mikey, Ali, Jack, Ant,. Then came a hot-water enema, which she found quite uncomfortable, that she was forced to hold in for 5 minutes before expelling in front of the smirking matron. Then came another, then 5 more minutes of torment, then expulsion. Her naughty parts were then cleaned with soap and water, then rubbed vigorously with a rough loofa sponge to remove all the dead skin cells and leave her a nice shade of light pink. All of this made Brittany think that whatever punishment she was in for, it was. The lock took under 30 seconds, a breeze.I had known what to expect from the floor plans provided by Cochran Realty. Rowley had rented a studio, about 450 square feet. Essentially one big room with an enclosed bath along the rear wall. Next to the small Pullman kitchen.A floor lamp I recognized from West Elm provided the only light, but it was plenty. Rowley’s blue drapes were drawn closed on the three windows facing 18th Street.The bed was tucked behind a seven-panel wooden Japanese screen..