Next morning...

You know that it's pointless in this situation, but you still give a last rapid look at yourself to see if everything's ok. The figure staring back at you though the large mirror in your room is that of a young, fit woman with gentle features, her brown weavy hair fall on her shoulders, isolating her delicate features. Her hazel-greenish eyes stare back at you. She's wearing a fully buttoned light yellow shirt that doesn't feel too tight just because her massive breasts have been previously compressed through a tight top. Brown pants and black boots complete her outfit. "I tried my best to look less appealing as possible and yet my curves are still fully visible..." you think as you tie your hair in a ponytail, leaving just a few bangs untied, mainly over your forehead and at your sideburns.

You leave your room and return the keys to the the receptionist, wich you thank as you walk towards the wide entrance of the building. You're finally outside and under a cloudy morning sky you think about the first place you should visit to investigate.