Taking purposeful strides, Justin made his way along the long corridor. He had long ago adjusted to the heat and humidity, but today the heat threatened to suffocate anyone going out and about. He looked at the numbers on each door that he passed, looking for her room. He wiped the trickles of sweat from his forehead as he stood at her door and then knocked quietly. Her voice meekly penetrated the thick wooden entrance asking him to enter. The doorknob turned at his touch and he walked into her room, the smell of her perfume lingering in the air. The door fell closed behind him and he looked into the darkness.
The room was spacious and one window stood open to his left. A thin, sheer curtain hung lifeless in front of it. No breeze to speak of, though the light of the setting sun lazily glided in and hung on the dense air. A fan twirled overhead in the middle of the room, trying vainly to create a cool breeze. At the far end of the room stood the only piece of furniture, an over large bed, four posts surrounded in sheer, pale material. He could see her shadow through the sheerness and her voice spoke to him. "Justin, come close."
He stepped forward, his heart beginning to pound, he thought that perhaps she was naked behind that wall of material. A foot away from the bed she spoke again, "take off your clothes, Justin. And join me." He kicked off his shoes and slipped out of his pants, his shirt. He wore nothing else. He reached through the layers of pale material and drew yards of it back. There she was, standing at the far end of the bed. Her arms hidden behind her.
