Anxiety, nervousness, expectation, he felt them all. It was well after sundown, around 11pm, and the man was sitting on the hotel’s expensive couch, thinking, waiting.
The man was hungry, and he had been for quite a while now, this city lacking the proper places to get the proper food, and so, he starved. What brought him here was the promise of something new, of a certain delicacy mentioned by a friend who prided himself in being a gourmet adventurer, and while the mention of said thing excited him, he knew very well that the best things in the world were usually illegal.
But may heaven and hell bless capitalism: as long as you had enough money, law was a puny and easily breakable thing. This Hotel prided itself in a couple of secrets that only a select few knew about, and he got hold of those.
The doorbell rang, and he went to open it. A couple of employees were carrying a strangely shaped package which he recognized. Silently, they put it inside the room, on a specially prepared bed, and went away, no tip asked or required.
He got close, and with ever so slightly shaking fingers, opened the package to reveal the pale and freckled face of a redhead teenage girl, barely breathing.
“The best Room Service for sure”
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