I stepped inside the room, the door clicking shut behind me.The bed was narrow and uninviting.

Both girls were already there, waiting. The one with the smeared eyeliner was sitting cross-legged on the floor, a cigarette between her fingers, smoke curling lazily toward the ceiling. She didn’t say a word, just stared at me.

The other girl stood by the small dresser, holding a folded set of clothes.

"Get your clothes," the girl by the dresser said flatly, tossing the folded bundle onto the ...