"Would you like to have a hot bath first, sir?" The brown-haired woman asked, still keeping her mask on as she led the way.
In response, Emery said, "No. Just take me somewhere private."
Nodding her head slightly as a sign she understood, she took Emery to the fourth floor into one of the available rooms. Upon entering, Emery was welcomed by a large room lavishly decorated, but what quickly caught his eye was a bed big enough for half a dozen people.
Emery casually walked over and sat on the bed, as it was the only place to sit in the room. On the other hand, the girl, Trixie, was standing quietly at the side of the bed.
Even though she tried her best to hide it, he could tell she was anxious. His sharp senses picked up the faint sound of her heart beating slightly faster than before.
"Take off your mask," Emery said, looking directly at her. "Let me see your face."
