Becky goes for a nice relaxing bath.

Becky put the pamphlet down. She could pick it up again later. Right now, after sweating it out in the waiting room, all Becky wanted to do was have a long, hot soak in a tub. She checked the closet and found herself a long silken bath robe and soft and plush bath towel. She picked out her pajamas, a pink long sleeve button down with matching pants and looked for the bathroom. Unfortunately, the chamber didn't have a connected washroom.

"So much for a presidential suite," she sighed. She presumed there would be one on the floor she could use, so she took off her dress and panties, slipped on the robe and carried her towel with her to find it. The hallways were wide and spacious. She debated going back to find slippers because was afraid of tracking water on the hardwood on her way back. She then worried about finding her way back. The doors and halls looked all like. She did note that her room door had the number three over a diamond. Oddly enough, the room numbers were not sequential. The room next to hers was an eight of spades. She kept a mental note of the number order so she could navigate her way back while also looking for a door that was marked bathroom. She felt fortunate that she didn't have to pee or worse at the moment.

Finally, after a few more doors, there was one clearly titled "BATH". Becky pushed the door open. It didn't budge. Was it locked? Becky pushed again with more muscle. It shifted slightly, maybe it was just old and heavy. She opened the door and stepped inside. Her eyes widened at what she saw.