You don't have plans.

Judging by what's going on back there, Terrence and Dominique will be out doing their own thing, Gus will most likely go back to the hotel, take an aspirin and pass out. So you shrug and take her up on her offer.

Agathe's eye twitches. "Great. Great..." she sighs, digging out her phone. "Let me just call your guides, tell them that they can have the night off."

The call is short, but energetic. Catching every other word, you piece together that while the other girls don't much care either way, Venus is quite distraught. Apparently she had arranged some plans involving dinner, a special show, and something about fish-women. "Push it to tomorrow then!" Agathe snaps. "Your job is to get rid of his frustration, not build mine. So, take tonight off and sneak into his room in the morning. He will be all yours tomorrow. You get me? Good. Bye." Hanging up, she leans over the railing and mutters angrily under her breath. "Bloody hooker. So what if you've got plans? I'm the one who's got to figure something out now."

"That sounded angry," you grimace, leaning away from her. "Is everything okay with the guides?"

"Hm? Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, everything is fine. Just a little, scheduling issues. Don't worry about it." She replies, a bit too quickly. "We should probably get back. I need to check in with Dom about that." You nod, and open the door for her. But when you get back, Dominique and Terrence are gone, and Gus has no idea where they went. Shrugging, you and Agathe take your seats and get back to work.

An hour passes and they still haven't come back. You're starting to get worried. Did something go wrong when you were talking to Dominique? Volunteering to go look for them, you flit through the corridors, peeking in through doorways. Eventually, you hear some noises coming from the room marked "Supplies".