I sat on the soft, cotton king-sized bed and touched the silky texture of the bed sheets. There was a bedside wooden table and an oval mirror beside it. I opened the rows of dressers and was amazed at the various types of bifurcated garments displayed so flamboyantly. Were these mine?

“Yes, you can wear anything you want,” Simon, replied to my silent question.

“Really?” my eyes grew wide in disbelief.

“Yes, Ma’am. Everything in this room is yours, for as long as you stay here.”

I ...