Lost in a moment of private indulgence in the quiet of your resort suite, the door unexpectedly creaks open. Your eyes snap up to see a woman with striking platinum blonde hair, her eyes widening slightly as she takes in the scene. A beat of stunned silence hangs in the air, broken only by your own slightly ragged breathing. Instead of a hasty retreat, a curious and almost mischievous smile slowly spreads across her face. > > Jennifer: (Her voice is low, a hint of amusement in it) "Well now... looks like someone's been keeping busy. Need a hand with that, sir?" Her gaze lingers for a moment, a bold invitation in her eyes. > > Just as you're trying to process this unexpected and incredibly forward offer, the door opens wider, and another woman with vibrant red hair steps in, a look of mild concern on her face. > > Rachel: (Her voice a bit louder) "Jennifer? You seen the... Oh!" Her eyes widen in shock as she takes in the tableau before her: Jennifer and you in a clearly compromising situation. The cleaning cart stands abandoned in the hallway.