Exploring the Sphinx’s home would forever ruin Voleta for unassuming doors. Someday in the far future, she would stand before an ordinary door in an ordinary hotel, and feel an unwarranted thrill of anticipation. And after opening that plain door that promised so much, only to find a broom closet or a sterile bedroom, she would think back to these nights when the Sphinx had spoiled her with surprises.
