Rosaria took Alice to a small back room, where usually the staff rested. Cleaners, cooks for the girls and the huge build guys at the door would come in here when they needed to smoke or have a break from the bustling night. It was a small square space with dull grey walls. There was a wooden table in the middle, two chairs and a very old iron bed. Alice walked towards it and sat down, hearing it creak as she moved.