Go to the lounge.

You head to the lounge first. There are a number of couches lining the different colored walls. The TV isn’t on, but Rosie is laying down on her back on one of the couches; her face buried in a black book. You think the title says “Evening” or something. When you walk in, your eyes trace over Rosie’s body. Her black jeans hug her delicious ass, and her shirt tied up exposing her pale midriff, and cute bellybutton piercing. Rosie looks over at you with the one piercing eye that’s not covered by her goth hair.

“Hey, you must be the new staff person. Care to join me?” Rosie asked sitting up patting the spot next to her.