Look for the Spa

Near as you can tell, there is no obvious demonic activity here. However, you want to check out the spa before giving the resort a clean bill of health.

You exit your room and head downstairs. You walk through the lobby. It is enormous with high ceilings, marble floors, majestic chandeliers.

You head over to the concierge desk. You are a little disappointed to see a tanned and toned brunette sittings there and not Deborah. If good looks were a sign of demonic activity you’d have already reported the place. However, spas catering to the ultra wealthy usually attract some gorgeous young woman.

The girl in front of you certainly fits that profile. Her breasts are huge and stretch her dress. You wonder if she used the same surgeon as Deborah. Her face is perfectly proportioned and her makeup is dark and sophisticated.

She looks up and smiles. “Can I help you?”

“Yes, I was thinking of a spa treatment. Can I get a tour.”

“Sorry. No tours are allowed. But, if you’re interested we’ll give you one hundred thousand dollars off your first treatment.”

You want to whistle. You know control didn’t give you enough cash for that.

You smile sweetly. “Let me think on it.”

You walk off. As you turn the corner you run into Deborah. She is wearing a glamorous skin tight, shiny, silver dress and glittering silver stiletto heels.

She grins at you. “Hello, Ms. Samuel.”

“Call me Marsha.” You say warmly, feeling a little guilty for not being able to share your real name.

“Marsha, I get off in a few minutes. I was wondering if you would go on a date with me? I’d love to catch dinner with you and show you around.”

You’re not sure how you feel about dating a woman, but a tour is exactly what you need.