Beyond the velvet wall was a corridor lit entirely by candles floating in bowls of saltwater. The floor was not stone or wood but something that gave slightly underfoot—warm, like living skin. Vivian’s bare feet (she had removed her shoes without remembering doing so) sank a millimeter with each step.
Vivienne’s breath caught in her throat. Her heart began to hammer against her ribs. She had never mentioned the specific details of her investigation to anyone, not even to her editor. She certainly hadn't mentioned "Project X" to Monique. monique-s secret spa- part 1
Not your body. Not your back or your shoulders. Where it hurts. Beyond the velvet wall was a corridor lit