Second door [Ending B]

Twisting the handle you push the door open to met by soft orange lighting, low level ambient music and Grandma Miranda in leggings and a lycra crop-top stretching on a yoga mat.

She is bending away from you, chest to the floor, lycra clad arse in the air. You stop to admire it for a moment. It's pert and solid - it's unbelievable that she is a grandma.

She bends her head to look at you upside from between her legs, "Ah, Jacky. Have you come to try out some positions with me." She says with a smile.

"Uh... I just... I got the wrong room was all."

"Well, you're here now. Come inside," she says before rolling over into a seated position.

"I really... I should..." But you find yourself shutting the door and entering.

"Come sit and let's have a chat," she says patting the mat next to her.