Becky quickly gets dressed.

Becky immediately went into flight or fight mode. She darted for her belongings and hiked up her shorts before yanking on her top. She barely managed to cover up when someone came into view. It was a young man dressed in one of the server's uniforms. He panted as he made it up to the top and hunched over, leaning on his knees when he was close enough to speak.

"Hah... Hah... Ms... Ha... Howle..." he addressed her.

"How did you find me?" she asked.

"I... hah... followed the.. huh... noise..." he replied, straightening up to regain his composure.

Becky flushed red, hoping the man didn't realize what the noise was from. "I... umm... I thought I was alone..."

The servant waved his hand to brush the issue aside, "No need for explanations, ma'am. I came out to inform you about Master Carmine..."

"Oh! Roger?" Becky lit up. Then she wondered, "Why didn't you guys just phone me?"

The man's breathing had slowed to a more regular rate and he pulled an envelope and handed it to Becky. "I was ordered to hand deliver this to you. You may meet with him provided you follow these instructions," he explained.

"Oh, thank you!" She opened the message and read it:

Miss Howle,

Your request to meet with Master Roger Carmine has been accepted under the following conditions:

1 - Upon completing this letter, you will strip your clothing, leaving all your belongings where they are.

2 - You will commence in sexual activity with the messenger of this letter.

3 - You will follow the messenger to a predetermined location and await further instruction.

Becky raised an eyebrow. This seemed wrong on so many levels. She looked the delivery boy up and down. He was young, maybe in his early twenties. Could he be orchestrating a trick to get laid? She didn't know him well enough to put it passed him. They had **** Roger to do something similar, didn't they? Then, this would be in line with the way they do things.