Seeing that even the manager and the security guards had been brutally beaten, Rue—the waiter who had assisted Frank earlier—was trembling with fear. Without daring to utter a word of protest, he hurriedly led Frank toward the large water feature in the center of the hall.
At the edge of the tank, a group of five people—three men and two women—were clustered together.
The two women were knee-deep in the shallow section of the tank, squealing playfully as they tried to catch fish with small nets. The three men stood on the dry edge, watching with lecherous grins, occasionally shouting instructions or making crude jokes.
Normally, catching seafood was a service provided by the staff. However, these three men clearly derived a specific pleasure from watching their female companions splash
