The bathhouse, which billed itself as a spa, was only a five minute walk from my apartment. I had underdressed for the autumn weather so I was happy to enter its front double doors into the warmth within. A mere six dollar payment for a locker and I was headed inside. It didn't take long for me to reach the locker room and strip naked. I wrapped the towel they had supplied around my waist and locked up my possessions.

My first plan was to hit the dark area. But after a frustrating twenty minutes of encountering nothing but posers and tops like myself I decided to cruise the rooms. I wandered the maze of hallways finding nothing but closed doors. The few wanderers I spotted were all much older than me, not that I minded older men. Then I came to room 223.