Noelle Foley

The other diva with a famous father that you spy in your lobby is Mick Foley's insanely hot daughter Noelle, who also happens to be bringing her boyfriend, who is also known as Frank the WWE Clown, to town with her, which is obviously double trouble for you.

So when she walks up to you and starts to flirt with you, you're puzzled by it until it becomes clear to you that she is only using her body to get a better deal for her and her man, so you begrudgingly give it to her and watch as she kisses him and sends him up to their room.

"Someone really ought to teach that slut a lesson, Why, if Mick wasn't here, I'd go beat up the clown and have my way with her right now," you mutter to yourself as Noelle teases you some more, giving you little looks at her tits as she walks around the counter and shows off her legs to you.

"Mick, Hey, didn't see you there. Big fan," I said to him, directing my attention from his sexpot daughter in her blue jean shorts and low cut black shirt and turning it to the Hardcore Legend in front of me.

"Listen, I don't know how much of that you heard," I said to him, not wanting him to think I actually meant anything by my angry muttering about his daughter as he took his hand and placed it on my shoulder.

"Listen...John. I might've heard some of it, but it's far from the worst thing I've heard said about my daughter. And hell, I really don't like her choice in men, either. But she seems happy, so I let it go," he told me, before confiding in me that he wished he could think of a way to show her that.

"Mick, I might have a way," you tell him, ushering him into your office as you pray to God that this plan of yours doesn't leave you hospitalized.