Someone enters the stairwell.

Marigold was too busy feeling sorry for herself to notice the sound of the doors to the stairwell opening. She trudged up the stairs, flight after flight, wishing she had spent the day making better choices but knowing that it was too late to change anything at all. Is this what I'm like now? she wondered. Would the rest of her life from now on be about men like Harry manipulating her into doing what they wanted? Maybe if they all came offering 'gifts' like he had, she wouldn't be paying enough attention to what kind of men they were to figure out what they were up to.

Down the stairs, three men entered the tall chamber.

"I'm telling you, man, she went this way!" one guy, the one at the front, said.

"I still don't know if I believe you," one of his friends said.

"I swear! You gotta believe me, Ahmad saw her too!"

The third guy, Ahmad, was nodding along with his friend, but he was too busy looking for the strange blonde half-streaker that he and his friend had seen sprinting across the hotel lobby only a few minutes earlier. "Yeah, yeah, I saw her," he said absentmindedly.

The leader, Jakey, pulled up his phone. Once he had unlocked it, the image on the screen was that of a blurry woman with the biggest breasts that any of them had ever seen in their lives. Her tits were nearly popping out of her skimpy outfit, and her ass was hanging out for everyone to see. Her long, flowing blonde hair was making it impossible for any of them to see her face, but it wasn't as though any of the three were looking at her face in the first place. None of them could take their eyes off of those boobs, and they had followed her into the hallway of the hotel in the hopes of seeing them again.