<div style="text-align: justify;">In the Italian lady’s room, preparations were also happening. She had asked for the room to be stocked fresh with beddings and towels, and let the kitchen know that she would want champagne, strawberries and whip cream sent up the next time she called. Once the bed was changed, she asked for roses and spread the petals over it. She needed to offer something different and special, after all.<br/><br/>Once the room was ready, the young woman entered a bath to relax and to get a nice scent for Rich to enjoy. Since he would pay for his pleasure with his life - eventually -, there was nothing wrong with giving him some memorable moments.<br/><br/>Relaxing, the young woman started preparing for her moments with the man. That would be fun. She smiled to herself, imagining what kind of humiliating things she could make Rich do before giving him what he wanted, and planning to welcome him in wearing <span style="font-style: italic">only</span> her most recent gift from her latest lover - a diamond necklace.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">****************************************</div><br/><br/>Upstairs, on the floor Martin and company were occupying, the chamber maid was thrilled. It felt great to know that there was trouble in paradise. Not smiling was only possible because she knew that smiling would ruining everything.<br/><br/>When Paul asked her for ice, the woman made her best startled expression.<br/><br/>~“Yes, sir, right away”~, she replied. Leaving her cart behind - taking it would make her take longer -, the woman went downstairs and came back up with ice and a fresh towel - not without dropping by Pierre’s room and letting him know things weren’t going well upstairs. <br/><br/>She would hand the items to Paul with a concerned expression. ~“Sir”~, she murmured, apparently shyly. ~“Would you tell the lady that she is too beautiful to allow anyone to do this to her?”~, the woman requested. ~“I know I am stepping out of my place, but I just wanted her to know that I feel for her”~, she added with a sheepish expression.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">****************************************</div><br/><br/>Downstairs, Pierre had gone down to the lobby. He ordered a drink and started reading a book about art. On the outside, he looked calm and distracted. On the inside, though, the young man felt his skin prickle with anxiety. Would Martin come down? Would he have a chance to offer some peace of mind to the Actor? He surely hoped so.</div>