The Spa Part Two
“Your suite is right this way,” the short, blonde girl announced, pushing open large double doors. Percival, Devon, and Beatrix all entered tentatively, as if they were afraid of an ambush hiding within the lush room. After they passed, numerous female maids poked their heads out of their respective rooms to get a glance at the newcomers. Nobody seemed to mind that they had tracked mud all the way from the spa’s lobby through to the hall their room was in.
Beatrix was the first one to make note of this faux pas and quickly removed her shoes upon entering the large suite. She motioned quietly to Devon and he did the same.
“I hope that you will find everything satisfactory,” the blonde girl went on to explain. “The mistress informed me that you three would probably want to be able to contact one another at all times, so I made sure to give you our finest adjoining rooms.” She noted their confused glances and gestured with a flourish towards two of the doors in the room. “This door,” she informed them, “leads to the master bedroom. And this other door, will take you to two separate adjoining rooms.”
“So then, this room is...” Beatrix said slowly, glancing around at the thick, plush carpet and the crackling fireplace.
“Your living room,” the blonde girl replied. The three teenagers, feeling more like children at this point, nodded practically in unison. With its particular decor, the “living room” that they had been introduced to could have passed for a wealthy man’s hunting lodge or something of that sort.
Percival continued to investigate every last detail of the room, as if searching for even the smallest hint of suspicious activity. Devon seemed completely in awe of his surroundings, and Beatrix appeared to have run out of questions after the first one. The blonde girl shifted her weight on her feet and watched them for a few moments.
“This book,” she said, pointing to a large black book sitting next to the only telephone in the room, “contains a descriptive list of the services we offer. The mistress has informed me that you are welcome to all of them free of charge, provided that you meet with her sometime during your visit. When you feel you are prepared to see her, you need only inquire at the front desk.”
“Oh, we’ll see her,” Percival assured her, the first words he had spoken since they entered the bathhouse.
“Excellent,” the blonde girl replied with a smile. “Food service to your room is available at all hours. We at Rosemary Bathhouse hope that you enjoy your stay. I’m Eileen, by the way, and I too can be found via the front desk if you feel you need me.” With that, she bowed low, a gesture that only Beatrix returned, and exited, closing the doors behind her.
Beatrix inhaled deeply and sighed with amazement once the girl had left.
“I’m pretty sure this place is bigger than our house,” Devon said, having taken peeks into every room and closet that the suite had to offer. He sank into the enormous, squishy, suede couch that was placed in front of the fireplace. “This place is so soft, it just makes you want to take off all your clothes and roll around on everything,” he added.
“Stop being weird,” Beatrix said. She looked towards Percival for guidance. “Do you trust this place now, Perce?”
He glanced away from inspecting the ornate chandelier for any explosives to look first at her, then to Devon, then back to Beatrix. “I’m not sure,” he said. His expression looked conflicted for a second before he frowned defiantly. “I don’t think we should let our guard down yet, but I suppose relaxing a bit won’t hurt.”
“I say we order everything on the menu!” Devon suggested energetically as he flipped through the large black book that had been sitting by the telephone.
“I’m going to bed,” Percival replied, quickly dropping his bag on the floor and kicking off his boots. “See you all in the morning. Don’t stay up too late.” He strode off to the master bedroom, leaving them alone.
“You heard him,” Beatrix said, placing her hand on her hip.
“He said not to stay up too late. It’s not too late yet,” Devon said, eyeing the various delicious looking descriptions of food the bathhouse had to offer.
“Well, I’m going to bed now,” she replied, quickly walking off towards one of the other bedrooms. “You can do whatever you want,” she added quickly before shutting the door to her selecting sleeping quarters.
“Fine, fine,” Devon said with a melodramatic sigh. “You guys are so not fun.” To this, he received no response and merely slunk off towards the only room left.