Debbie clutches the front of her robe closed and opens the door to her bedroom. She sneaks around the corner and sees the front door to the suite close. She is about to investigate when a tall black man in a suit turns the corner and points a gun in her face. Debbie recoils and puts her hands in the air.
"Silence!" the man commands.
"Please... please don't shoot me," the Englishwoman quietly begs.
"You are not Miss South Africa," he says.
Debbie shakes her head. "No, no I am her friend, Debbie, Deborah," she explains in a trembling voice.
The man seems satisfied that she is not a threat as he looks her over with a smile. Debbie realizes her robe has fallen open and he can see her naked body, included her patch of red public hair.
"Okay, let's get wake up your friend, you both have a long day ahead of you," he says with a cold smile.
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