The Day I Kissed An Older Man by Cher the Cherished

The attendant continued, "You can't bring money to the afterlife, right? The only way to make the money yours is to spend it on things you like. I can assure you that our services will not let you down." Since Sherman insisted on an expensive room, Rita had no choice but to agree. "Fine, but I'll let you know that I won't hesitate to file a complaint if your service doesn't meet our expectations. I won't let my man waste his money," she cautioned in a voice dripping with sweetness. It was unsettling despite having a charming demeanor.

"Of course, Miss," the attendant assured her before muttering into a walkie-talkie to inform her colleagues that room A118 would be prepared for them. Moments later, a male staff member took over the attendant's duties.

"Come with me," ushered the male attendant.

Rita leaned toward Sherman and whispered in a tone loud enough for the male attendant in front of them to her, "Babe, where do you think he's taking us? I feel like we're going in circles. It's making me dizzy." The male attendant turned around with a smile. "You've requested for the highest-tier VIP room, so we've arranged for a room that's on the inside to enhance your VIP experience. We'll be there in a moment." Sherman subtly exchanged glances with Rita as they walked. She appeared puzzled, and he could not shake off a sense of unease either. The walkways that they were led down to resembled a maze, and it seemed that they were being led deeper and deeper into the venue before. There was a chance that it would be difficult for them to leave safely in the event of an emergency.

Sherman tried to reassure her by mouthing the words 'don't worry' and patting her gently on her arm, and Rita found some comfort amid her apprehension in the fact that Sherman was beside her.

In the meantime, Sherman memorized their route silently, sensing that the place was designed in such a disorienting manner so there was no need to worry about guests who wanted to leave without paying.

a bad feeling, but when he sensed Rita's nervousness from her tightening grip, he decided it was

attendant stopped in front of a door

Darkness enveloped them inside,

turned on. Rita peered inside and feigned outrage What kind of place is this? We've spent a considerable sum! The least you could do is turn on the lights!"

swindle you of your

man hastily

insured

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set foot inside, the door shut behind them with a resounding click. The both