It was the second time she took part. The first time, it had been extremely hard on her, but than again, it must have been extremely hard for her ancestors, for whom this hadn't been playacting, but reality.
She arrived at the unassuming hotel, where she parked her car. She hadn't brought any luggage, since she wouldn't need it.
She breathed deeply for a couple of times, did she really want to do this again? She remembered the suffering, the pain, the humiliation,... Yes,... Despite all that, she wanted to go through with this again.
She breathed deeply once more, swallowed hard, than she opened the car door, and walked to the lobby with deliberation.
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There stood a regularly dressed man who adressed her courteously.
"Goodday Miss, welcome in our hotel. Will you be requiring a dinner table tonight?"
She knew that that was the code. The response was fairly easy, just the truth. She looked around to see whether anyone was in earshot, than when she knew that she was alone, she said. No, thank you, I am here for the experience.
"In that case miss, please deposit your carkeys, wallet and cellphone into this box."
She did as she was told
May I request your name?
"Keisha McDonald", she said as she also handed him a recent certificate that she was free of STD's.
The man wrote her name on the box, and took it into the back, the paper, he put upon a small stack on his desk.
He than told her to follow him. He led her through the offices of the hotel, where the guests usually didn't come, to a small store room.
"Go in there, you will find your clothes in" he checked his register "No23".
When you are changed, walk through the large door at the back, I will pick up your clothes, and store it with the rest of your belongings later tonight. The experience begins when you have changed. Enjoy yourself, I will see you at the end.