Check in at reception

You follow Milo through the center of the resort, a green space planted with olive and cypress trees through which stone paths curve, gently lit with lanterns. Before long, you arrive at a whitewashed building overgrown with red bougainvillea. A hand-painted wooden sign above the entrance reads 'PERSEPHONE', and on either side of the doors are two white marble sculptures of athletic young men. Your eyes are drawn to their... gloriously erect shafts. Milo sees you looking, and smirks. "What, you didn't know Uncle Seb owned a gay hotel? Come on, let's get checked in already, I'm fucking exhausted after our late arrival at the airport..."

The receptionist, a tanned, lean young man with short dark hair and a white linen shirt open to halfway down his chest smiles warmly at you and Milo as you approach the desk. "Kalispera! Good evening. Welcome to the Adonis Resort and Spa. My name is Kostas. Are you here to-"

Kostas is interrupted by the arrival of another man, in his mid-thirties perhaps, with dark curly hair, whose muscular chest stretches his grey shirt to its limits.

"Thank you, Kostas. I'll take it from here." Kostas nods nervously and occupies himself with the computer while the man shakes Milo's hand and then yours, his grip hard and heavy. "Welcome to Adonis. I'm Dimitrios, the general manager here. Mr. Reiland, your uncle, he said to expect you. Please. Leave your bags and passports here with Kostas. It's... Milo? Kostas will show you to your room. And you must be Marcus. Your room is in the other wing of the resort. Please follow me."

You follow Dimitrios back through the resort's gardens and across towards another building with an infinity pool with a view out towards the beach town of Hersonissos. As you pass by a set of steps leading towards the pool, you catch sight of your uncle Seb talking to two men in dark clothing. Rather suddenly, one of them grips your uncle roughly by the shoulder and then marches him past a wall and out of sight. You hear the sound of a car engine starting up. "Please keep up," Dimitrios says irritably as he waits for you at another doorway with marble statues on either side. He looks as if he's about to say something. There's an awkward silence, and then he shakes his head. "Your uncle will see you and your brother tomorrow. Now, your room is here in the Aphrodite wing. This way."

Beyond the doorway is a stone courtyard with a small fountain and columns around three sides of the space. Your eyes are immediately drawn to a statue of a nude athlete, carved from white marble. Unlike the statues outside, though, the cock on this statue has been rendered in lifelike detail - veins and ridges shaped expertly to resemble the real thing. You feel an impulse to reach out and touch it...

"This way, please." Dimitrios frowns slightly as you tear your gaze away and follow him up a set of stairs to a room on the upper level. He unlocks it with a key card before handing the card to you. You see that your bags have already been delivered to the room. "Enjoy your stay, Marcus. Ah. Before I leave. Mr Reiland, your uncle, arranged for your room and food to be provided for free. But he also said you and your brother can help the team when it gets busy. We will pay you fairly for your time." You nod - you've been scraping by at college and need the cash if you're going to do anything more than sit around by the pool every day.

"Good. Kalinikta. Good night." Dimitrios closes the door behind him as he leaves.