“What do you think of that?” asked Lewis.
He was breathing quickly, Carla noticed. His face was flushed and he was excited, more excited than she had thought he could possibly be.
“It is very ... erotic,” she said, knowing how inadequate that word was.
Holton was sweating when she turned to ask him what he thought. He looked angry.
“Did you like it, Bob?” she asked.
“No, I didn’t,” he said. He took out his handkerchief and dried his face. “Christ, but it’s hot in here. Why don’t we go?”
“In a moment,” said Lewis, now recovered. “You must meet dear Hermes. I’ll go back stage and get him.” He stood up, looked around the room to see if he were being watched; then, satisfied that he was, he went back stage.
“You don’t care for this?” Carla asked.
“I guess I don’t. I never saw anything like this before. I used to hear a lot of stories but I didn’t think there were really such places.”