It had seemed like such a lark! Dressed in a knockoff bodycon dress, the highest of heels and a (fake) silk scarf, Aisha had so enjoyed having afternoon tea on the piano terrace. Such a famous, chic London landmark of a hotel, and here she was, sipping Darjeeling like the celebrities. And her friend Maxine had said that it was super-easy to slip out past the ladies toilets without paying at the end...

But obviously security had been tightened up. Because Aisha found herself confronted by a large, calm, implacable security guard. And then she found herself stripped of her carefully chosen clothes, and TIED UP in the very armchair she'd so recently been perched on while dressed to fit in with the well-heeled peope around her. And how those other patrons stared now! The scones and petit fours had NOT been worth going through this for!