Paige

You don't recognize every name on the list of talent that the WWE gave you upon confirming that they would be using your hotel for the week, but that doesn't mean your any less interested in any of the ones you don't know.

Case in point, the pale, long-legged brunette that you see walking into your lobby, and looking a little unsure of herself as you see her approach you in an all-black ensemble.

"Can I help you? I assume you're on my list, but I'm sorry, I don't know you," you tell her as she walks up to your front desk and puts her bags down, searching for her name on the list in front of her.

"Ah...this is me...Saraya-Jade Bevis," she tells you as she smiles at you and points to her name on the list, and you notice her thick English accent, which never fails to turn you on.

"Saraya, is it? The name's John, welcome to my hotel," you tell her, trying not to let on too much that you are growing hard just from her accent, "I take it from the accent that you're British?"

"That noticeable, huh?" she tells you as she laughs, no doubt starting to feel comfortable in your presence as you lead her up to her room.

"I don't really know anyone here, but I'm on the road with them because I'm debuting the night after 'Mania," she tells you as you slide the key card into her door and show her inside, "so maybe you'd like to keep me company for awhile?"