Cindy, the owner of the suitcase..

Dan opened the door to reveal a tall, dark-haired girl just slightly shorter than he was. Her tight t-shirt clung to her chest suggesting ample bosom and revealed tight toned abs above her low-riding jeans.

"Hi, I'm Cindy" she said. "I think we got our suitcases switched."

"Um, yeah, probably. I'm Dan," Dan said. "Come on in". As Cindy walked in, her eyes darted to the mess on the bed.

"Have you been going through my stuff?" she demanded.

"Well, uh....yeah, sorry. I was just trying to.."

"Alright, what's it going to take for me to get it back without you telling anybody?" Cindy walked slowly toward Dan before turning around and locking the door.