Unpack in our room

I carry our luggage to the second floor, which has four bedroom. There is a fifth bedroom in the basement, but nobody is staying there. There’s only one full bathroom on the upper floor that we all have to share. There are several half baths scattered throughout the house, but only the one shower. That’s sort of a bummer. I’ve already judged Courtney as high maintenance who will be hogging the bathroom.

I open our room, and see that there are no handcuffs attached to our bed. It’s a really nice room, and have a great view of the sprawling blue lake. Despite weirdly only having one shower, this house is fantastic. We have a giant screen tv on our bedroom wall.

I turn it on. It shows a green night vision view of a room. The room has a single large bed. Handcuffs attached to chains rest on the sheets.

I say, “That’s fucking creepy. What dungeon show is this?” I change the channel.

This channel also shows a bedroom, but in natural light. Two suitcases on the bed. Two people move around, taking clothes from the suitcases and putting them in drawers. A small Asian chick and a big fat white guy.

Monica looks at the screen and says, “Oh shit. Is that Joey and Phoebe?”

I look closer. Fuck it is them. They’re wearing the same clothes. This is a live feed of their bedroom. I change the channel.

Another room. A pretty brunette lounges on a bed. Her tall handsome husband takes their clothes and organizes them into the dressing cabinets. Courtney and Zach’s room!

I change the channel. Another bedroom. No people moving around, but I see luggage and clothes scattered on the floor, purse, wallet and keys thrown unto a table. Nick and Katy’s room!

I change the channel. A shot of an empty shower.

I change the channel. A shot of the same empty shower from a new angle.

I change the channel. A third angle of the shower.

Monica groans, “Fuck that! I’m bathing in the lake!”

I change the channel and return to the dark room with the handcuffs.

Holy fuck! I look around the room trying to see where our camera is mounted. I can’t find it. Everything we do in the rooms and in the shower can be watched.

I ask Monica, “Are you still comfortable with this?”

She says, “I need a fucking drink.”