Booze, and condoms

You enter, and find a bunch of empty bottles of varying alcohols; a bag with a tiny bit of white powder appearing to be cocaine; and about 7-or-8 used condoms scattered around the room. This was not what you expected, although you didn't know what to expect. All of this did not seem like the Georgia you knew at all. You were going to have to call Daisy after this was all settled, and figure out what the fuck was happening. Was this some weird power game? You were going to have to get to the bottom of this. You looked around the room for a few more clues, and found nothing. You look in the closet, and find your phone and clothes.

You walk out of the room, and just as you exit, some guy comes and asks you, "How was it?"

"How was what?", you reply, confused as to who this is.

"The orgy; we saw you go in, and it was pretty obvious what was going on in there from the noises," he said.

"I wasn't a part of it. I just had lent stuff to someone in it and had to pick it up," you lie. Although it wasn't too far from the truth.

"Really, man? That's too bad. They seemed like they were having lots of fun. There was like 6 or 7 girls, and only, like, 2 guys. I'm pretty sure I saw a couple celebs, although I'm not certain. I thought I saw Daisy Ridley, but I don't know," the guy said

"That'd be a sweet thing to be a part of; who knows? Maybe next time. Did you hear them talk about anything or anything interesting other than the sex going on there?". you ask.

"Yeah, some guy named John was in for some sort of surprise. It didn't sound like he would enjoy it. That's all I heard, other than a lot of moaning," the guy said. This wasn't a good sign, because if the terms of Georgia's deal was the only surprise, it was not bad at all.

"Thanks so much," you say before leaving the hotel and going back home.