I sent her the text around noon:
“Ambassador Hotel, Downtown. 7pm sharp! Go to the front desk and tell them you have a reservation under ‘Pandora’.”
I instructed the front desk staff to give her a room number and key, and to phone me when she was on the way up.
They called at 7:01.
One point for punctuality.
About three minutes later, I heard the door in the adjoining room open. “I sat back and watched her on the camera I had sat on the nightstand. She never noticed it. She just smiled and stepped closer to the bed, and her gift.
It was a large black box with a high gloss finish tied with thin red lines of silk crisscrossing it, binding it tightly. She sat her small clutch on the nightstand, pulled free the small white envelope from the crimson silk web, opened it, and read the first of many instructions.
“Clean. Dress. Wait to be summoned.”
She took off a small waist length coat, tossed it onto the bed, stepped out of flip-flop sandals, and moved out of the view of the camera. I could hear the shower come to life through the thin walls. That was actually one of the reasons I chose this venue.