In your depressed state you decide a drink could not hurt
From Create Your Own Story
The elevator closes behind you as you head to the hotel bar. You follow a particular line on the gold-veined marble floor hoping it's going in the same direction as you are. You admire the little golden flecks in the tiles...each one is so well placed and such a nice golden colour...and...OUCH! Without paying attention to where you were going, you end up bumping into a maid, causing her to drop large dish filled with tapas. You look up hastily and your jaw almost hits the floor. The little Latin Goddess of Sex herself stands before you in the form of the hotel's hired help. She stares at you, absolutely livid, and you stare back, at her well-curved body and bust, before raising your line of vision to her hazel eyes. You apologise sincerely and offer to help clean up but in return she begins shouting in incomprehensible and unprintable Spanish. You back away slowly.
Time to escape! Where to?
