Open a window.

It is a warm night and the room is a little stuffy as if it hasn?t been used in a while, although there is no dust or any other indication of disuse. You go over and open the window in order to get a little air into the room and as you do you look out at the rear of the hotel. The grounds behind are spacious and dominated by a hedged off woodland made up of many trees of European origin, wildflower covered lawns and a path which spirals to a small fountain at its centre.

Closer in, just below your window is a swimming pool which has been designed to resemble a woodland pool, although the water is clear and obviously well cleaned. The pool is lit with soft light, giving the impression of moonlight, and at present contains a young fit-looking man. As you watch he pushes himself out of the water and onto the side of the pool and the sight of the water ripping off his muscles, and the prominent bulge in his swimmers (which for some reason you can see even from here) ensure that he is not the only one who is wet?