Napoleon Solo paused just inside the doorway, trying to look inconspicuous. It wouldn’t do to be seen here, of all places. If anyone found out he was associated with the place, his reputation would be ruined.
But he had to admit, it was a fascinating place. He had never seen anything like it before. The room was large and circular, with a low ceiling. The walls were covered in a black fabric, and the floor was a deep red. In the center of the room was a large, comfortable-looking bed.
Solo knew he shouldn’t be there, but he couldn’t help himself. He had to know what it was like to take a nap in the infamous “Nap Room.” He walked over to the bed and sat down, feeling a bit nervous. He knew he was taking a risk, but he couldn’t resist. He laid down and closed his eyes, letting himself drift off into a deep sleep.