Every Thursday afternoon for the past six months they meet in room 817.  Check-in is at 3:00pm.

There is little need for pretense now, they both know what this is.  No longer are there rose petals on the bed, no chocolates, or gifts.  Those have been replaced by blindfolds, silk ties, and a bucket filled with ice.

The room service cart will be left in the hall around 7:00pm before they return to their regular lives.

How do they spend those precious four hours?