Tell the Italian to go make a move on the Otter, and strike out on your own.

"All yours," you say, with a gesture to the Otter. The Italian grins at you, and strides off down the hallway. You watch him approach the Otter, curious as to how it will go, and you're surprised when they don't speak. The Italian rubs his hand across the Otter's chest, and the two men start to touch and rub at each other.

Damn, you think. Hot view.

You bite your lip, considering. There's the showers, the steam room, the hot-tub... and you can't help but think of that huge guy behind door number four. Bull, the Italian called him. He was certainly hung like one...