She adjusted the mask on her head before entering the room after him.
The room was lit with brightly burning candles in gold candelabras.
The first thing she noticed was the bed. It was a large feather bed with posters and scented sheets.
Then there was a chair and table in the corner, nothing else.
She looked at him, waiting to hear what would happen next.
"They should be here soon. And please," He met her gaze. "Do not let them touch your shakh."
She blinked.
What was that?
"Shakh?" she repeated.
"Yes, that is what the covering over your head is called. You know, this world has rules which have to be followed…"
What kind of rules?
"But you don't have to know all of them since this is to be your first and only time here."
Most likely.
Then there was a knock on the door.
She froze.
"Come in." Phil called out.
She slowly turned to look towards the doorway, her hands clenching into fists.
The door slipped open and men in red silk robes entered, their heads bowed.
