First message
I chuckle darkly as I open the door to the insistent pounding of my hotel suite door. I heard the heels clack unevenly from a mile away. I hear some drunken slurs on the other end. Usually, I don’t open the door for anyone. But something about the desperation & warmth of her voice luls me to open the door. I’m greeted by a gorgeous women who can easily be confused for a goddess. Even when she’s drunk & uncomposed.
You should read the hotel number before knocking. it’s a dangerous place.