Reginald set the phone down and looked at himself in the mirror again. He looked alright but his complexion was slightly more pale than usual.
He turned off the tap, picked up his phone and his jacket from the hook behind the door and opened the washroom door before stepping back out into the private dining room. He took three steps. And then his vision went.
His legs did not feel entirely like his legs. The floor did not feel entirely like the floor. He reached for the back of the nearest chair but a soft hand reached out for his and held his hand.
"Mr. Ashford, what brings you here? Are you alone?" asked a coquettish voice beside him.
Shaking his head to clear his vision, Reginald looked at the woman to see that she had heavy makeup on her face, which made her features look sultry and ravishing. She had on purple eyeliner which made her eyes look alluring and mesmerizing. She exuded an irresistible charm that was accentuated by her cherry lips, resembling a blooming rose.
