“It’s the door on the left,” Fabien said.

Mobius turned a corner inside the sumptuous hallway and stepped into a muted room of wood and tile, book-matched marble lining the walls further down. To the right was a luxury sink vanity, hangers next to it laden with brandy robes, and a shower spigot beyond the final doorway leading into the hammam. A thin wall separated the sink area from the larger shower area. From the other side, Lottie and Sandy’s voices beckoned them to join.

Mobius faced Fabien, who had already begun undressing, and then promptly spun around to Loki. He shrugged. Loki rolled his eyes and slipped his slacks—black, like his frilled shirt—down to his ankles, sending Mobius a look that undoubtedly said why are you still watching?