This Floor

You have no idea where Carrie is, so you might as well start where you are. You open the door and head down the hall.

The carpet is the deep red of hearts blood. The lower portion of the walls is the same red. The upper part is a shiny black with a texture that gives it a leather look. Medieval tapestries depicting orgies and ancient rituals hang from the walls, along with medieval weapons. You swear the flail to your right still has blood on several of its spiky balls.

A woman sits at a receptionists desk. She is gorgeous. Her hair is an inky black and shines like black gold. Her breasts have the perfection of expensive implants. Her lips are full and red. She smiles a hungry smile.

“Hello, I’m Hecate. Where can I direct you?”

She seems friendly enough. “My girlfriend wandered in to find me and I seem to have lost her.”

“Name?”

“Carrie Manners.”

“I’m certain I can help you find her, but we have some time to kill. Care for a little fun?”

She stands up showing off long shapely legs. With high heel shoes she is able to stare eye to eye with you, despite your height.

She grabs you with surprising strength and pulls you into a kiss. Her lips are sweet and her tongue dances with yours playfully.

You pull back.

“I’m not sure we should do this.”

She smiles. “Well, if you don’t want my help...”

“Please.”

She flips her hair and sucks a finger suggestively. “There’s an open office right over there.”

You want her help, but...