“This is the guest hall, which has a separate entrance for visitors. There’s an underwater pool, and you see that door?” The realtor asked, pointing over at a dark door almost hidden in the corner. “That door leads to a fully furnished room, including a private bathroom and tub. It also has a built-in bookshelf, electric fireplace, and a TV with a well-equipped home theater.”
“Cool.” I murmured, and the realtor smiled at me.
“Would you like to take a look at the attached room? Or we can leave it if it doesn’t interest you that much.”
“Let’s go see it.” I said, the corner of my eyes glinting mischievously.
I had no idea why this room was calling to me, but I had to follow my gut instincts.
Hand shooting out as we approached the door, the realtor opened the room. As he kept on talking,
