The door clicked shut softly behind her as the owner winked and whispered, "Enjoy your night," her voice coated in suggestion and satisfaction.
Ruby gave her a slow smile, perfectly composed, and stepped into the room.
The door shut. The lock clicked.
Inside, the room was quiet…too quiet.
The air was thick with the scent of something floral and heady, somthing meant to relax the nerves or dull the senses. The walls were velvet red, the lights warm and dim. A chandelier shimmered above with soft crystal drops. On one side stood a large mirror, and in the center, a large silk-canopied bed with gold trim and cloud-like pillows.
And there beneath the sheets was a figure.
Still. Silent. The blanket rising and falling gently with breath.
Ruby's heart hammered inside her chest. Her fingers curled slightly at her sides.
She took one step.
Then another.
Her throat felt tight.
"Karl?" she called softly.
The figure didn't move.
