You've been driving until way past dark on your way across the country to nowhere in particular, when finally you call it quits and pull into the first hotel you can find. You sigh with relief as the cool air of the lobby blows away the muggy heat of outside, and you walk up to the main desk to get a room. The first thing you notice as you walk up is how low-cut the woman at the desk's top is, hardly covering a good half of her chest. Tiredly, you shrug it off and head up to your room, ready to crash. You get to your room, swipe the card, and walk in. Groggily, you look around, only to find one of the maids sitting on your bed, seemingly waiting for you.