The elevator doors opened, and she stepped out in her high heels, leaving the middle-aged man behind. He clutched his jaw and face, seething with pain, still clueless as to the identity of the masked woman who had just struck him. 'What an unlucky start to the day!'
She arrived at the door of Room 666.
She rang the doorbell. The door opened quickly, revealing a pitch-black room.
Suddenly, a beam of light switched on, illuminating a scantily clad man with his back to her.
"Not a bad figure."
Zoe Ellsworth closed the door behind her and walked inside.
Then, she sat down and crossed her legs. "Hey, handsome. Weren't you going to dance? Get to it."
A faint smile played on her lips as she looked at the figure before her. She almost burst out laughing—that body was a little too familiar.
'You think you can play games with me? I'll play you into the ground.'
The man kept his back to her as his clothes gradually came off, piece by piece, until he was completely naked.
