At the Viewing Pit

“Stay with me. Tell me when we can go,” I said, as picked my handbag from the table and placed its strap on my shoulder. She rose and I followed suit. We entered a side door and out into a hallway. We passed rows of doors with numbers. I smirked as I assumed what the rooms were for. The door at the end of the hallway was pushed inward, but before Anita entered the room he looked back and gestured me to follow her.

We passed a small counter manned by a matron that had some similarities with a puppet doll. In front of her were a recording clipboard and a pen. She threw us a untrusting look as we entered a large dimly lit anteroom containing erotic paintings on its side walls and indoor plants on every corner. We were staring in front of us a wide panoramic one-way mirror several feet taller than the height of a man with both ends of its width reaching the walls. I immediately grasped what the anteroom was for; It was a viewing pit.