Essie's POV
I banged my credit card on the hotel check-in desk and stepped my hands on it again. “Room 412… 2 nights for two people… on this card. Hurry please."
The receptionist was typing very fast, her eyes moving towards one side and the other, neither set on me nor on Sarah. Sarah was standing next to me on a foot stand after a foot stand out of her short skirt. There was no noise inside this time in the lobby. Only the purring air-conditioner was comforting the hotel… and distant sound of traffic in London.
“Charged successfully,” the woman said, and moved two key cards over the raised platform she was resting on. "Enjoy your stay."
Sarah seized one card, and was already throwing it toward the lifts. "Finally. These clothes are making me high. I am even getting strong on my feet
