Grab a quick shower to wash up from the road.

You toss your suit cases onto the bed, and go into the bathroom. You just feel grimmy from the trip. Shortly after you start washing off, you think you hear a loud bump from outside the bathroom, followed by a high yelp.

Leaving the water running in the shower, you slowly ease out to peer outside the door. You find a woman lying on the ground holding her bruised shin in one hand, and your open wallet in the other. Her white frilly blouse must have slightly ripped as she fell, leaving the top of her breast bare, rising and falling quickly in fear. Catching you looking, she leans back to give you a better view. "This isn't my room." she states innocently. She quickly shoves your wallet behind her, out of site, and turns a dimpled smile up to you.