Stage 1. Awakening.

Stage 1. The Spa

Marina came to the spa alone. George was on shift. She wanted to lie in the steam room, drink something cold, and talk to no one.

Two men were standing near the bar. Young, late twenties to early thirties. She took her cocktail, nodded briefly at their short “hello,” and walked toward the changing rooms.

She left the door to the steam room half open. Their voices carried clearly.

“That brunette,” one of them said. “Did you see her?”

“I saw her. That ass… you know what I mean.”

Marina stopped. Her hand was still holding the towel.

“Lips are nice too. And the eyes. Kind of innocent.”

The second one laughed quietly.

“She must be doing porn. If not, she’s wasting it. Definitely has an OnlyFans.”

“I’d fuck ...