21. Kenzo
CHAPTER 21
KENZO
Cigarette smoke and synthetic air fresheners sift through the air, and it smells like home: Samurai Castle Resort I like that.
I check in with the concierge up at the top, then I lead us to one of the VIP suites at the end of the hallway, the ones we save for the big celebrities and high rollers. There are windows on the Strip-facing walls, and a chandelier hangs above the dining table. A fireplace is next to a cozy couch you can sink inside of and fall into a deep, deep sleep. When insomnia hits, that couch is always where I break the cycle.
But that’s not why we’re here.
At the end of the hallway, I unlock a door. Inside, every surface is covered with mirrors, even the floor. Usually, there’s a bed in the middle so the guests can watch themselves while they fuck, but I called ahead and had it taken out. Right now, the only things inside of the room are a set of drawers and a metal folding chair with a mirror glued to the seat.
It’s my fun house, and I’m ready to play a game with my wife.