“Now,” Eva said, as she led Hannah down the hallway, “I expect you will want to know your next steps.” Hannah, naked and drenched in sweat, was nonplussed. “I thought it was all supposed to surprise me.” Eva laughed, in the same melodic rhythm as her faintly Scandinavian accent. “Not really. I’m afraid all the other women here just hate you enough that they prefer to spring traps on you. Of course, there is the initial su...