Check in to the hotel first

You decide to get everything figured out with the Busty Bitch Inn and Suites. You open the doors to see a grand foyer, with a large fountain spewing seemingly milk, ornate black and white tiling crisscrossing this way and that across the floor, surging ahead to smoothly transition into a beautiful, sleek black wall with white floral designs. You see many doors, such as pool, ‘service’ rooms, and many others. You decide to go up to the front desk. You notice that no one currently resides at the counter, so you ring the small bell atop the counter. Suddenly, seemingly out of nowhere, a short, busty woman rushes to the counter. She has a mostly petite frame, interrupted awkwardly with unproportionally sized breasts. She has long, shoulder length auburn hair that falls straight around her head and beautiful face, with large, round eyes, full lips, and a button of a nose. She’s wearing a tight and revealing uniform of white with black splotches. She has a small golden name tag with the name ‘Amanda’ surrounded by two cartoon cows.

“How moooooo I help you today?” Amanda says with elation and cheer in her tone.

“Hello! I’m Daphne Tilla! I am checked in for a reservation?” You query.

“Tilla. Tilla. Tilla tilla tilla tillatilla… Here we are! Room 169!” Amanda eeks out giddily. She slides a key across the table. You pick it up, finding a small, brass key attached to a keychain of an animated cow.

You thank her and walk down the hall, your luggage in tow. You walk to the end of the hall, finding your door one room away from a door. Convenient. You slide the key into the door handle, twist it, and hear the satisfying *click* of the door unlocking. You thrust the door open, and enter your room. It’s a typical hotel room, with a few minor adjustments for the customs here. The curtains and bedsheet are both cowprint, and the mini-fridge is occupied by a complimentary bottle of human milk. You set your bags down, set up your laptop for your writing station, and collapse onto your bed.