Order some room service

You felt kind of hungry, as per usual after a long night of messing around at the club. You had absolutely no idea when was the last time you ate. It was probably sometime last night but you don't seem to remember. Shrugging it off, you drifted your hand over to the hotel phone by the side of your bed and the menu with your other. You felt like you could use something light and have a full meal later. After a short while perusing, you decided on one of the choice soups of the day. Within seconds, you had made your order. The staff was so friendly here. It was a world class resort after all and all sorts of people from all over the world came for holidays in this particular resort.

After lazing about on the bed for a while, you hear the doorbell ring. Jumping up to answer it, you totter over to open the door wide. At the other side was a slightly portly local man dressed in one of the white bell boy suits. He greets you in English and a smile as you usher him inside, closing the door behind him. Turning on your heel, something did not feel right, but you could not put your finger on it. Where was the bell boy's cart with your soup? Why did you just answer the door without putting a robe on?

Looking down, you were still stark naked, your delicious E cups exposed to the world, and to the local man now in your room. Suddenly, you begin to hear the distinct beat of invisible music in your ears.