Louise
I step out of the changing room wearing Amy’s clothes. Her shirt is a size too big for me, and the neckline dips a little low for comfort. I reach for the top button to close the gap, but she bats my hand away.
"Don't be shy," Amy says, looking me over with an appreciative hum. "This look really suits you. Consider it a gift."
"But—"
"No 'buts,' honey. You’re one of us now at Twilight," Amy says with a wink. "You haven't officially manned the desk yet. Come on, I’ll show you the ropes."
We head back to the front, and Amy slides a registration book toward me. "VIPs need a booking, but walk-ins are fine. When you check them in, you have to be crystal clear on their preferences—soft limits, hard limits, safe words, and any special requests. We log everything into the system so the
