The bathroom was calming, a sanctuary to be savored for its ability to be quiet no matter the noise.  Even amidst the chaos of being crowed, there was always an elemeny of sacred privacy.  Cynthia had heard different from friends with many siblings, of constant fights and battles over the bathroom but for her it was a matter of security.  The door could be locked and none would miss her for the time away.  All things were easily explained away by the mysterious door of the bathroom.  Cool tile under her fingertips and the even cooler water filling up the basin before her.  Alongside of the watery depths lay her cellphone, a pink razor from her husband.  She did not particularly care for it, but he had figured it cute.  Truth be told she'd have rather been without, especially for tonight but habit compelled her to bring the leash.  The vibrations had awoken her from the game and clued her into the subtle comment of the dealer.<br/><br/>Water was a soothing sound, more so than the clanking of plastic on tile as the phone shivered once again.  He was calling her and it was not from their hotel.  Sorry honey, got lost on the way but I'll be there tomorrow.  The notion forced her to drive her hand against the phone, knocking it into the basin and drowning out its noise.  Let him keep calling, she was tired of being pulled away from her moments of freedom.  Her mother had often recounted stories of their ancestors, freeing themselves and singing their music in defiance.  Though it was a small comparison to make, she reached into the water and grasped the phone.  The little beast thrown down into the darkness of the trashcan.  Slipping a towel from the rack, she cleansed herself of its filth and the water's safe grasp.  Tossed aside, she abandoned the sanctuary for what lay ahead.<br/><br/>Though what she discovered was indeed different from what she had left behind.  From cutting a small portion of underwear to now seeing the young woman she had accompanied wiggling back into clothes.  The air of the room had changed from challenge to a different sort of excitement, money was not the only item up for bidding now.  Slender fingers curled about the chair while her cards fell on the table, eyes darkening as she witnessed the voluptious mermaid depicted on the card.  Slowly the words sunk into her mind and those green orbs flashed to the man that would be volunteering his services to fulfill the card's description.  Some may perhaps be timid with such a proposal and in truth she felt that nervous touch on her spine, but that is why she had come here.  She had wanted something different, something to remember when she could no longer claim beauty or youth as her own.  So instead of a nervous smile, Texas Jim was created with a coy challenge.  Her demure features lifting while her eyelashes descended, following her form as it fell into the chair before him.<br/><br/>One leg pressed lazily against the floor and those perceptive could sense her anxiety, but also her determination.  Her body reclined in the chair, legs tucked to the side to reveal the length of her profile to the man.  The movement took her longer than most women who were aroused by the situation, as she was forced to overcome her own habits.  Once she may well have started to offer him suggestions, but that was too much right now.  Slowly she shifted in the chair and relaxed, allowing the idea to fester in her mind and become appealing.  Part of her was indeed excited by the notion of his hand on her, letting everyone else watch as she was touched and exposed.  Laid out for his discretion she continued to hold that challenge on her lips and slowly draw her eyes up over his body.  "Well Tex, time to see what I'm going to be saying about you in the morning hmm?"