You were milling around admiring the people and possibilities when you began to feel a curious sense of unease, as if someone was watching.
Very odd.
Nobody else seemed that aware as they wandered around in underwear, couples admiring their new feet or an old woman doing a handstand for the crowd.
You were distracted by the sight of a two headed person heading off to some sort of stage and the crowd following their footsteps when suddenly a chill crept up your spine. You turned to move when suddenly
you were grabbed!
Several pairs of hands seemed to cover your mouth and restrain your arms in perfect coordination as something cotton was put over your face blocking out the light and muffling the sound. The slap of bare feet on tiles thudded in your ears as it seemed to walk you back
but it was like only two people were there. Whose hands were these?
You strained to make out words.
paid
discreet
said one.
hide
plain sight
mused the other, lighter in tone.
You
seen
secret
clients
fires back the other.
Paid? Hiding? Just what was going on here?
You were stumbling your way helplessly forward through an unknown corridor when suddenly the dragging stopped, a burst of light filtered through the cover and you were marched through and forced to sit down in some sort of seat or chair.
wait
so long? said a distinctly different voice.
quality parts
take time
replied one of the voices holding you still.
One by one, the dozen or so hands on you relaxed their grip and started to remove the mask over your head.
Your eyes began to adjust to the light. The room was extremely well kept, impressively spacious too. A premium aura surrounded the air as every surface glimmered with workmanship - a small wooden table, fine upholstered chairs, some odd machinery tucked into the corners and
someone?
Hell do
Your eyes began to focus on just who was also in the room, but what worried you more is that you didnt know what they wanted and why they were so secretive