The hallway was first lit, then became increasingly dim and sweeter smelling. It was as if I were entering a fragrant cave, moving into a cloistered, cool spot. At the end was a frosted glass door which I went through.
The steam room was much brighter than the hall, a broad and gleaming space divided into two chambers. The ceiling was high, the walls white-tiled with a solid teal strip in the center stretching around like a bold ribbon. The floor was a checkerboard pattern of white and navy. A high turquoise archway led to the rear area. There was a step up into that inner sanctum, a slight ascension. The raging, lusty face of Poseidon was carved into the archway, guarding the passage. I moved tentatively. A light hiss of steam began.
Stepping up, I saw Taylor and Vlad. There was one hig
