Ziana's heart raced as the staff led her through a narrow artificial corridor, her pulse echoing in her ears. What had begun as a casual outing with friends had transformed into a potentially awkward and challenging scenario. This was going to be a disaster, she thought, and a sigh escaped her lips, carrying the weight of her apprehension.
As they stepped into her designated room, a hushed ambiance enveloped her, carrying the scent of vanilla and the soft glow of subtle lights. Dreamy portraits adorned the walls, capturing moments of love, alongside a couple of artifacts and starry murals. A hint of lavender lingered in the air, adding to the room's serene atmosphere. The intimacy of the setting drew her in, captivating her with its aesthetic charm, though a pang of uncertainty still clung to her chest like a stubborn shadow.
