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"Very good. Right this way then." The madam motioned with a small twist of a small wrist for her two customers to follow, and both soldiers marched down a hallway after her. Bettmann looked back at the front door and caught the porter eyeing him with not-so-surprising disgust, but also with an unexpected look of grim interest that made the soldier snap his head full forward.
The madam gestured Cutler inside a room on the right with a smile and another wrist twist, and Cutler bid goodbye to his comrade with a wink before approaching a massage table in the center of the room.
"And I have just the girl for you, sir, a girl new to town whom you'll find very pleasant," the madam declared with a too-practiced you and a third twist that led Bettmann into the last room on the lefthand side of the hallway. Once he was inside his room, Bettmann turned to inquire about the age of his masseuse, but the madam had already closed the door between them. He slowly turned back around, then approached the padded and sheeted table in the center hesitantly, before proceeding to tug at clothes slightly damp from the humidity of a summer evening.
The masseuse approached from a separate entrance set in a corner far from Bettmann's own point of entry. She closed the door softly behind herself, then took three steps to the man lying naked, genitals-down, on the sheets. Bettmann looked up to see a woman not much younger than his twenty-five years, and breathed a sigh of relief as she reached for his shoulders...