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Vietnam: Arrival

... husband in the morning,” Erin replied, unsure why she was asking.

“Ah, very good, I understand,” Jenny responded with a gleam in her eye and another slight bow of her head. “We will do everything possible to make your stay enjoyable. Please follow your hostess, Monica. She will show you to your room and make sure you are comfortable. Please call the front desk by dialing ‘0’ day or night to let us know how we can fulfil your every desire.” Jenny bowed one last time as Erin noticed another young Vietnamese woman approaching from the right.

Erin was unsure if Jenny’s words were confusing because of something lost in translation or for some other meaning. Erin had chosen this hotel because it was close to the airport, catered to foreigners, and had far more five-star reviews than the next best option. It was a little more expensive but she had decided it would be worth it to have a fun place to stay after such a long trip and because so many comments included remarks about how wonderful the staff treated the guests. She was beginning to see why.

“Monica” was just a beautiful as “Jenny” but was tall and curvy for a Vietnamese woman. She smiled demurely at Erin with a graceful slight bow of her head with her palms pressed together in the traditional South Asian greeting over her medium sized breasts. Her black hair was also pulled back in a neat ponytail, held in place by a black ribbon, and her high cheekbones accentuated her dark eyes.

“Hello, Ms. Erin, I am ...

... pleased to meet you. Please follow me and I will show you to your room and ensure you have everything you need for an enjoyable stay here,” Monica said, smiling up at Erin from her position of greeting. Erin thought for a moment that she saw a playful look in the other woman’s eyes that surprised her, and she caught herself staring at the other woman’s exotic beauty, wishing that she had something exotic about herself. Erin felt a pang of embarrassment at her disheveled look after a long plane flight. At least her European features were a little exotic in Vietnam. She briefly thought how she should mention this contrast to Luke. “Is this your only luggage?” Monica asked.

“Thank you, yes, just this one suitcase,” Erin replied, thankful for how little she needed on a trip like this. Just a few skimpy bikinis, light sundresses, and some sandals. She wouldn’t even be wearing any of those all that much. “I can get it myself, no need to trouble over it,” she added as she saw a very young man step forward from a previously unnoticed hallway to help her with her bag.

“Nonsense, Erin, Frank will bring your bag to your room,” Monica replied with an air of authority, “please follow me.” Erin did not want to upset her hosts and knew that “Frank” was earning a tip. She was thankful she had remembered to exchange some money at the airport and fingered the strange bills in her pocket.

Monica turned and gracefully walked ahead of Erin toward the elevator. Erin was mesmerized by the tall ...