Find the concierge.

You can always explore while looking for the concierge. You head back out toward the lobby. As you pass through lavishly decorated hallways you notice there are very few people around. When they say exclusive they mean it.

The hallways are tan with a trim that looks like real gold leaf. You walk into the lobby. Without the taut perfect ass of Deborah Walsh to distract you, you realize just how opulent it is. The ceiling is several stories high, it is open and decorated impressively.

You catch site of the concierge desk and the remarkable Deborah Walsh. Looking at her again is a reminder of just how much of a distraction she is. Even dressed for business she manages to look like a porn star. Her breasts strain the confines of her suit and the belt emphasizes her narrow waist.

You walk up to the desk. "Miss Walsh, I was wondering what time you get off? Perhaps a private tour?"

"Ah, Mark. I am on my way down to the spa to help on a treatment. First let me give you this. It is for a complimentary first treatment. I'm sure you are aware of the value of it. Alas, I don't get off until quite late. Perhaps, if you are lucky I'll drop by your room and see if you can get me off again?"

You laugh. "Sure."

"Very well then, and remember nine o'clock for your treatment."

You could wander around a bit more, get a bite to eat, or head to the beach.