The lobby door is open and even though it’s sunny outside, inside it’s all blue chill. After Lulu left, someone plugged in a projector down here, and the images from upstairs blinked onto one of the lobby’s bare walls while guests danced. Lulu watched Flashes of it this morning. Thanks for nothing, #TheFutureIsRigged.

Ryan is exactly where he was the first time Lulu showed up here: in room Four. This time, though, he’s in bed, asleep. He doesn’t stir when Lulu opens the door. She stands there, looking at him.

He’s sweet in his sleep just like everyone is, slack and young looking, pale and vulnerable. The thought comes to Lulu: I could do anything I want to you. Anything at all. Is that what he felt every time he saw her and Cass wander away from him, thinking they were alone, and knowing better? This surge of sick, seductive power?

She kicks his bed to wake him up.

Ryan spasms, startled, but he recovers quickly. He’s shirtless, passed out in last night’s jeans. As soon as he’s fully conscious he looks dangerous again, rich and handsome, rumpled but unfazed. “Shapiro,” he says. “What’s up.”

“Yeah, I don’t know, Ryan. What is up?”

Lulu’s mind is spinning. What does Ryan value? What does Ryan need? She has no answers for these questions. God, what an idiot she’s been. She showed him exactly where she was vulnerable—with Owen, with Cass—and all he ever showed her was this place where she could act out her fantasies, and let him watch them unfold. She can’t believe that she let herself forget, even for a second, that she was playing a game.

The only thing she can cling to is: Lulu Shapiro is very, very good at this particular game.

“You’re pissed,” he says.

That’s not too much to give away. “Of course I am.”

“I’m sorry it was such a big surprise,” Ryan says. “I wanted to show you two the pictures first. I really think they’re great. But I also didn’t want to risk you trying to stop me.”

“Is that supposed to make me feel better? At all?”

“I do have a conscience,” Ryan says. He grins at her, infuriatingly pleased with himself. “I listen to it. I just try not to let it affect my behavior, or my work. The images are beautiful, right?”

“Self-indulgent. Just pretty girls being pretty girls. I thought you were better than that.”

“Pretty girls are enticing, though,” Ryan says. “If there’s one thing I learned from Roman, it’s the kind of business you can build if you make pretty girls your first customers. And really, I just couldn’t pass up the opportunity to photograph someone with such a big reputation.”