A man was at the door

“Just a minute,” Tracy called out.

Tracy was about to open the door but then his thoughts turned to his chest. It was feeling a little self conscious about it so he grabbed a silky white button up and toss it on, not buttoning it. He then went back and opened the door.

The man that had knocked was on the shorter side and just a little bit over weight. He was dressed well, maybe one of the higher ups of the resort. His mouth remained open as his eyes zeroed in at Tracy's chest. He said nothing for long enough that Tracy had to speak

“Yes?” he asked the man.

“Oh...uh, yes. Right. I'm sorry, are you Tracy Schmidt?” He asked.

“I am, can I help you?” Tracy said, trying to ignore the guy looked at his chest.

“My name is Antonio and I represent the resort. I have heard of the even that occurred last night. I wish to apologize for the unpleasantness. I am deeply sorry that you experienced such things. Not wanting to ruin visit, We would like to offer you an upgrade to your plan, free of charge. It includes on of our luxury rooms, should you with to change that as well,” He said, pulling out a lime green key card.

“Oh...thank you...” blinked Tracy as he took it.

“That is all. If you anything, and I mean anything, please let me know. I will leave you now to your day. Thank so much for staying with us,” and with that, he left.

Tracy closed the door and winced again, the pain on his chest running through him. Carefully, he sat down and looked at the card. Attached to the card with a paper clip was a slip of paper with the room number.

“Room 432, Grand plaza,” Tracy read aloud.

The grand plaza was something he never expected to see. It was incredibly expensive and offered so much more than the already generous experience he found himself with. Maybe last night wasn't so bad, not that he remembered any more.

“Maybe I should check it out?” he thought as he stood slowly.

He thought about the bra again, and though embarrassed, he decided to put it back on...just until the pain stopped. He tossed off the dress shirt and slipped the bra back on before putting on the soft white shirt again. When he went to button it he noticed that the buttons were on the wrong side. Though a bit strange, he didn't pay it much mind. Finding shoes was a little bit harder, he found. He couldn't find anything that was clearly made for a man. He hoped the new room would have better options. For the walk over, he pick a simple black slip on thing that he figured would do the job. Once set, he was off to see what fun he could find.