"Julyeis! Get up here now, woman! Julyeis!"
Varoul's bellowing was loud enough to pass though the stone flag floors to the basement where Julyeis had her office. Luckily she was still dressed; she had been tallying the evening's takings and finalising next week's budget. She pulled a shawl over her shoulders as she went to see what her owner needed at this late hour.
He was standing in the main hallway, his craggy features dancing in the flicker of the oil lamps burning low on the walls.
"Is there a problem, Varoul?"
"That stupid bitch Zhamelle! Does she think this is some cheap hostel where she can rent a room for an hour?"
She was tired; she didn't bother to hide her yawn from him when it caught her throat.
"Quiet, Varoul! Tell me what she's done and I'll see if I can sort it out."
"Come!" he said, turning towards the main stairs leading to the upper levels. "Come and see!"
Julyeis traipsed up the stairs in Varoul's shadow, her knowledge of the Inn's twisted corridors offsetting the lack of light.
Varoul pushed open one of the guest room doors and stepped inside. With a sigh, Julyeis followed.
"See?" said Varoul. "Two cameramen, a boom operator, a Foley puller, a best boy and a gaffer. Where does the money come from for all this?"
Zhamelle stepped forward. "When we sell the rights to Cinemax and then edit in the hard-core scenes for re-sale to Spice Network, the money'll be rolling in," she said.
Julyeis suppressed a grin. Varoul worried about pennies, but it was she and Zhamelle who'd worked out a way to make real money at the Cottontail Ranch.
Opening: Rik.....Continuation: Anonymous