The Manager of Your Hotel

"Ding!"

The bell rings and you step out of the elevator. You're in the middle of some luxurious hotel, somewhere between floors 30 and 40. You begin the short walk down the carpeted hallway, until you come to your door. You insert your key card and the door unlocks, revealing your King Suite.

At first glance, the suite appears to be fairly standard, in comparison to those you've stayed in before, but a quick inspection reveals that the room is not up to snuff. The sheets are stained, as if someone forgot to change them, and the towels are piled on the counter, instead of folded neatly.

You call the manager up in disgust, and it's only a moment before he knocks on your door. You allow him in, and show him the mess, which prompts him to sigh and shake his head. He apologizes thoroughly, but this only increases your agitation.

He calls a maid up to take care of the room, and within five minutes everything is as it should be, but you decide he shouldn't get off that easy.

"So what are you going to do for me, for making me wait?" You ask boldly, glaring at him.

"The stay is on me miss, no charge." he offers courteously, but you shoot him down.

"Not gonna cut it," you interject. "I was thinking something a little more... Personable?"

His face contorts with confusion, as you sit down and motion to your black high heels.

"How about you massage my feet?" You suggest, and the man blushes.

"No, I'm sorry miss, that is against our policy here, we can not have physical relations with our guests!" he stammers.