Christie

Looking around the spa, you spot the entranceways to the hot springs, as well as the saunas and all the other areas that could be used by the girls to relax. Eagerly, you shift from one to the other, trying to decide which one would be most worthwhile to enter to find women. Unfortunately, your train of thought it interrupted by a tap on the shoulder. You turn and see a uniformed valet. "Excuse me, sir."

"What." you say, as flatly as possible. You don't have time to deal with this.

The valet holds out some car keys to you. "Your keys, sir."

"My keys?" you take the keys, puzzled. The valet seems unperturbed. "To your car, sir. I brought it around front for you."

In disbelief, you walk out of the spa entrance (after reflexively tipping the valet) to see what the big deal is, and are shocked to see a sleek, modern Aston Martin convertible on the driveway coming up to the spa. You boggle for a moment, knowing that having one of these sports cars has always been a dream of yours, but wondering why it came up now.

"Is this your car?"

Turning around, you see Christie, dressed in a black bikini with a small top and plunging thong saunter past you from the entrance way, walking over to the Aston Martin and running a hand over it before looking back at you and smiling meaningfully. "How about you take me for a ride?"