state of dreaming || caterina & maxwell
Caterina was more than willing to help a fellow citizen of the island. The prospect of receiving a massage herself was only further motivation for the woman to stop by the man's room. She dressed herself relatively nicely, in light shorts and a white button down shirt. After weeks and weeks of working as an escort, it was a habit of hers to dress up for any occasion. She had a feeling she wouldn't be going to some five star restaurant, or even need to impress the man very much with her choice of attire. If she was going to give him a massage, she'd need to be comfortable herself. She gathered her things into a purse, carefully placing the bottle of oil inside the largest pocket, and headed out the door.
It took her only a few minutes get to the Versace Hotel, but by the time she entered the premises, Caterina felt rushed. She glanced down at her watch and hoped that he wouldn't be too irritated with her to the point the woman practically ran to the elevator. Checking to make sure that the room number matched the one Maxwell had given her, Caterina knocked, waiting for the man to open the door for her. She glanced over her shoulder and leaned against the door frame, smiling when it did. "Hope you didn't wait long."