The alabaster girl
What kind of lover would you be?“We’ve been expecting you”, a disembodied voice said from behind the door as it opened in the way doors do in haunted movies. I hesitantly stepped into the spacious hall and felt the brush of air behind me as the door closed. I turned, but no one was there. The hackles on my neck instinctively awoke. “We’re through here”, the same voice called out. “Oh, and be a love, and remove all your clothes. We’re a fabric-free zone...
