You still can’t fathom your luck as you walk through the door to The Nantucket Hotel, knowing that ten of the hottest women in show business lie in wait for you. You shudder to think of the kind of things they would be willing to do to you to win this competition.
Walking through the luxury reception you notice there seems to be no other guests. Has the entire hotel been booked out for the competition? You hurry over to the receptionist for answers.
You - “Hi, I have a reservation for-“
Receptionist - “Room 60. It’s up that elevator and about thirty paces to your right. Good luck.”
Huh. Weird.
You are now fully aware of your complete idiocy. You received an email form a secret organisation promising you ten hot celebrities, you showed up to a hotel with nobody in it, the receptionist knew where you were going and she left you with “Good Luck”. But still, if this is real it’s entirely worth the risk of an elaborate mugging.
A ding, and the doors open...
“Of course, if this were a mugging they wouldn’t bother to book out a luxury hotel. That would just end in a net loss. Maybe this is real?” You think as you take the thirty paces to your destination.
Here you are! Room 60. Possible doom, possible glory. Tits, or mugging...
“Hopefully tits.” You say.
And you enter room 60.
“Well that seems to settle it.” You think, gazing at what you imagine is a physical representation of your idea of heaven.
