Literature
The Devil's Gymnasium
Agnes stumbled over the threshold as she entered the building, and her round face lit with a dull blush. Against the background of grunts, groans, and sobs, she could hear the soft titter from the front desk. As she made her ungainly way towards the elegant U-shaped console, she stared at the floor to avoid meeting the eyes of the smirking receptionist. "Can I help you?" The words were, as expected, polite. The tone, however, dripped derision.
"I'd like a membership, please." The mumble barely carried over the constant murmur of sound from the room beyond the reception area.
"What was that?" She could hear the barely repressed laughter, c