Go to your room?

What a terribly exhilerating experience, you think to yourself.

Other than her payment, fifty francs, Bronwen expects nothing else. You thank her for her time and attention and head across the hallway to your room.

Exhaustion has begun to creep through your body. You collapse on your bed. Your head barely touches the pillow before you're already asleep.

Some time during the night, a noise out in the hallway wakens you. You groan, roll over and pull the pillow up over your head. It sounds like voices.