Go to his room.

After spending hours travelling to Freedonia, Frank needed a short nap before exploring the island and everything -- and everyone -- it had to offer. He followed the blonde bell hop in her tight, body-hugging dark green jacket and pants, to his room. He toyed with the idea of using his fob to turn her necklace from red to green but decided he needed rest first. He offered her a tip but she smiled and refused.

"Gratuities to the staff should be made through a page on the resort's intranet, sir," she explained. "Just punch in the number of the staff's necklace and the amount you want to tip. My number is 172." She held up her necklace to show the number.

"And what's your name, sweetheart?" Frank asked. Call him old fashion but he preferred to know a woman's name than by a faceless number.

"Megan," she smiled.

"Thank you, Megan," Frank smiled back. "I'll leave you a nice tip."

"Thank you, sir!" she said before turning to leave. Frank watched her wide hips sway as she left.

Deciding to unpack later, he flopped down on the bed and drifted off to much needed sleep.