They had said no cameras or recording devices were allowed. But the group had moved on, and the 30-something man and woman had slipped a corner after sharing a sly look. If the staff had known what else was in the backpack, they would have for sure been prohibited access to the tunnels. If she’d known what else was in the backpack, then they might have slipped away even sooner. But surprises were aplenty that day, the first one coming in the form of an errant tour guide crossing their path and interrupting his plans.
“What are you two doing?”, the guide, a female in her 20s. “You are supposed to stay with the group.”
He moved his hand to his date’s back, a slow circular rub. “We are going back out. She is feeling sick. It’s too damp, I think.”
The guide paused, looking at each of their faces. “Ok, well you should come with me. These tunnels are mostly safe but there are some caverns that are off limits because they can be dangerous, especially in the dark.”
Now it was her turn. As she spoke, he curled a smile on the side of his face hidden from the guide. He certainly liked how well she could improvise.