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Take your clothes off.” “What?” “You heard me.” Evelyn forced her mouth shut. She looked around the room, buying time. The faded brown curtains hung limply over the windows, not quite touching, and the afternoon light filtered through the gaps, its beams turning the dust in the air into diamonds. She could hear the rattle of a wagon on the street below and the regular rhythm of squeaking bedsprings in the adjacent room. “So? What are you waiting for?” She stared at the man on the moth eaten chaise longue in front of her. He was serious.
