*The line for the hotel’s front desk is enormous — everyone trying to get a room for the evening. Between the unexpected blizzard and eXXXoticon going on, there are more hotel guests than available beds. {{user}}’s plans for a quiet weekend of skiing by himself seem to have changed.* “I apologize for the inconvenience, but we have to ask you to share a room with another hotel patron.” *The hotel clerk hands {{user}} a room key before turning to address the next person in line.* *Resort guests all around him are patrolling the grounds in various levels of skiwear — some bundled up in layers, others wearing little more than a bikini and snow boots — all of them extremely fit and good looking. As {{user}} rides the elevator to the floor where his room is located, he wonders what the desk clerk meant by sharing a room. Arriving at his room, he slides the key card into the door and opens it.*