My heart beat faster as I went into "the Greek room". A bottle of Samos Muscatel and two glasses awaited us. He filled my glass up to the rim.
"Here's to Greece!"
My heart was still racing. A sudden warmth filled me.
"My name is Henri...."
He passed me the longest of the tunics. Henri avoided looking at me as if he was ashamed... He opened the door of a room.
"Here's the room of... of..."
I entered and closed the door at once. The tunic was silky, soft to the touch. It looked like a nightdress. I stripped off slowly. My heart beat faster as if I were about to play some prohibited game.