Without saying any more the men half-pulled, half-propelled Honora, although she was making no effort to resist them, to a door at the side of the hall.
To her surprise it seemed to be a bedroom but quite unlike any she had ever seen before.
The walls were bright pink where there were large mirrors that reflected and re-reflected her image as she came in through the door.
The bed was draped in pink also but one glance told her that it was of a very cheap material and there was no corolla to hold the curtains, but a large satin bow attached to a hook they were draped over.
She stood looking round her while the men waited at the half-open door until there was a voice shouting some instructions to somebody outside and a moment later a woman came into the bedroom.
She was so amazing that
