It's a girl.

Emma stands at the door, staring at Room Service, her naked, body, sparkling from sweat, covered in goosebumps, tight and terrific, exposed the the entire hallway, and then looks back at you.

You wait for her to invite Room Service in. And you're not sure why she hesitates. You wonder what he's doing.

Then she takes a step back into the room. "Come in." She says sheepishly. And Room Service follows her. Suddenly you realize what froze Emma. Room service isn't a him at all. What you thought would be a lucky guy, getting to see Emma's exposed body is in fact, a girl, a youngish looking girl, tall but thin, probably in her early 20's with black hair and pale skin.

She steps in, upon Emma's request, looking the starlet's body up and down. You wonder if she's interested, or just can't help taking it in, it's such a rare, unexpected sight. Then she looks over at you.

"Ummm...." She seems a bit unsure of herself... clad in her hotel uniform, a white dress blouse and black skirt with dark stockings, and holds the bottle of wine out. "Ummm..." You can't blame her for being a bit confused.

Emma, starting to feel more at ease, speaks confidently. "Close the door behind you. I don't want just anyone to see me."

The girl does so, almost not realizing the position she's put herself in. Once the door shuts behind her, the option of getting out fast is gone. She's now in the middle of Emma's seduction whether she wants to be or not.

"Do you know who I am?" Emma asks.

"Yeah..." the girl seems perplexed. Emma Watson looks like Emma Watson and could be no one else. Clearly the only thing suggesting she's not is her current behavior. You wonder if the girl's mind races with the same thoughts that were in yours, the first time Emma exposed herself to you. Shock. Joy. Disbelief.

"Who Am I?" Emma asks, making no effort to hide her spectacular body, starting to feel very easy, open and causal in her nakedness.

The room service girl hesitates for a second, and then with a half-laugh, "You're fuckin' Hermoine," a smile paints itself across her lips.

"Why are you laughing?" Emma asks, having a seat in a big comfy chair. You stay standing, several feet away, just watching the scene play out.

"I... I don't know." The girl says... "I'm.... nervous."

"Because you're clothed and I'm naked?" Emma grins, spreading her legs a little as she sits. You shake your head, from your point of view. Being bad seems to come quite naturally to her. That won't ever cease to surprise you.

And of course, you can't help but notice the girl glance down at Emma's spread crotch. Maybe because she's interested. Maybe because she can't help it. "I guess..." she says in answer to Emma's question.

"There's an easy way to fix that, you know." Emma's dirty words will always seem strange in that sweet accent. The girl looks lost in thought, but maybe a little relieved. She can't possibly be thinking that Emma is willing to get dressed again, can she? "Strip" Emma orders.

The girl doesn't move. She grips the bottle of wine hard, clearly nervous. She bites her bottom lip.

"Or do you want me to strip you for you?" Emma's head sits up straight, her eyes pierce into the girl's. For a girl who was just nervous about being exposed, she's now flush with confidence.

"It's not that..." the black haired girl answers. "It's just... I'm not really into girls." She says it almost like an apology. Why wouldn't it be... with Emma Watson's naked body sitting right there in front of her.

"That's okay" Emma smiles sweetly, almost comfortingly...