A Confrontation

The two of you walk back to the bar, ready to get to work again, but a hand grabs you from behind and you're pulled through a door into the kitchen. You look at Frank, confused, then turn around to see Sarah and Daphne standing there, visibly upset.

'Why did you do that, man?' Daphne asks, indignantly.

'What do you mean?' Frank replies, just as indignantly. 'You were the ones making love each other in front of a whole audience. Why can't I take some pictures?'

'Because I don't want it to turn up on the internet, okay?' Sarah suddenly snaps. Her mascara has been running, like she's been crying, but it could also be from her exciting orgasm just a few minutes earlier.

You feel like you need to step in, before it escalates, and interject; 'Look, we're sorry. We won't post anything on the internet.'

'Delete the pictures!' Sarah now shouts at you, and you feel suddenly very shocked and terrified. The girl you are in love with is mad at you! For a mistake your friend made.

'Fine, we'll delete the pictures,' you quickly nod at Frank who looks a little crestfallen. He would also at least liked to have kept the photo's. As he looked through the camera screen, and deleted all the pictures under strict supervision from the girls, he asks;

'So, why were you doing all that, you know, in front of all those men?' he asks a little awkwardly.

The girls look at each other, a little ashamed. It seems like they don't want to say, but then Daphne offers up; 'Well, they offered us a lot of money. Like, a lot a lot.'

'What do you mean?' Frank asks, a little uncertainly. 'Like a show?'

'Well, have you noticed that there's a lot of men out there tonight? Older men?' Sarah asks, like it was all obvious. 'These are no normal customers. They're a group of businessmen, out on some kind of business trip or something. They must have rented the place for tonight. Maybe they asked specifically for this costume, this set-up.'

'So Hyrule Castle is whoring you out?' you ask, perplexed by this whole situation.

'Well, not specifically,' Sarah answers, nervously tapping her feet. 'I guess it's just Edwin who rented it out to them, but he didn't specifically ask us to do anything apart from the costumes. These guys just like to spend a ton of money. They've been giving us generous tips all night, and Felicity told us that we get to keep 60% of what we make. And well, I didn't think it would go this far but we were having a smoke, and this group of guys just started offering us 100, 200, 500 each, just to kiss. And then, well, you saw the rest. It's all still very surreal to me. That's why I freaked out, I guess. Sorry guys, I shouldn't have shouted at you like that.'

'That's all right,' Frank smiles.

'But hang on,' you remark, thinking of what Jake had said earlier. 'Tonight was all Felicity's idea, Jake told us so himself. And we even asked her about it, and she got all red and nervous.'

When the girls hear this, Daphne bursts out laughing. 'Felicity?! No way! She's been the worst sour face all evening!'

'Yeah, I don't think so. She doesn't seem comfortable with these guys at all,' Sarah says. 'Nor me, really, for that matter.'

'Right, well, I guess we'll have to try and find out,' you say. 'Let's get back to it, before they notice we're missing.' You open the door and let out Sarah first, then follow her. Before you leave the kitchen, you hear a quick whispered conversation by Frank and Daphne.

'Did you delete all the photos?' Daphne asks.

'Yeah.'

'Shame.'