She considered indulging in room service. The image of her sinking into the tub with wings unfurled, while sipping on champagne excited the mind.
“You can’t wash away your guilt,” Ethereal reminded her.
She decided against it; intent on enjoying the amenities of this hotel. Tonight, she would soak in the nostalgia, while gawking at the brass fittings, revolving doors, stunning chandeliers, and opulent carpets. This place brings me back to my time as a flapper.
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