Left alone with your thoughts, you begin to feel quite uneasy. You can't get the guy from the office out of your skull. What was he trying to pull? Did he just want a free worker? No, that couldn't be it- he was paying for you to spend the night in a suite, so surely he was loosing more money then you would make him.
Your head begins to ache. Nothing is adding up. You try to stop thinking but the questions are still coming. Why would they lead you and Becky to different rooms? Couldn't they have just let you change together? They must have been afraid you guys would talk! Of course, you would talk that night, but by then it wouldn't matter, they'd already have their free labor... still... it wasn't making sense. Your head continues to throb, the sides pulsing with your heart-beat.
Maybe you could sneak into to Becky's room and jump on a ferry home. This place was too shady- what if she got hurt or worse in the bar by one of those drunken guys! Becky could be raped!
You jump up and run to the door, suddenly afraid, but when you grab the handle and twist it you find you're locked in! You bang on the door screaming, "HELP! HELP ME! HELP!"
Outside you hear laughing. "Musta started already- that was quick. Normally they don't notice till it's too late." What was that person talking about? Who were they? "Hey- let's go watch on the cameras! This'll be fun!"
Cameras? You look all over the room and don't see any cameras. Unless... the mirror! They must be in the mirror! You run over to the vanity and-