The Hotel Majestic (2010)
The Hotel Majestic
“The first thing he heard each day. The engine ticking over outside. Charlotte was probably saying goodbye to the driver? Then the taxi drove off. Footsteps. The sound of the key in the lock and the click of the electric light switch.
A match being struck in the kitchen and the slow “pfffttt” as the gas came alight.
Charlotte climbed slowly up the newly built staircase, having been on her feet all night. She crept noiselessly into the room. Another light switch. The light came on, a pink handkerchief with wooden tassels at the corners making a makeshift shade.
Prosper Donge kept his eyes firmly closed. Charlotte undressed, glancing at herself in the wardrobe mirror. When she got to her bra and girdle, she sighed. She was as plump and pink as a Rubens, but had a passion for constricting herself. When she had finished undressing, she rubbed the marks on her skin.
She had an irritating way of getting into the bed, kneeling on it first so that the mattress dipped to one side.
“Your turn, Prosper!”
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