The White Room

"None of these girls'll do," said Andrew as he threw down the files. "They're either too ugly, too demony, or no where in my league!"

"Well, I know where you can go if you want to do this sort of thing. If you want some real advise, go to the White Room. The Senior Partners have a conduit there and it is the ultimate sage. It'll tell you who to lay, how to get laid, or hell, maybe even lay you its self."

"Its self?"

"Well, no one knows what form it'll take. Sometimes it's a little girl, sometimes it's a panther..."

"I don't want to have sex with a panther!"

"Relax. You'll see it how ever you want to see it, or it wants you to see it. Could even be a beautiful woman."

Andrew got in the elevator with the list of numbers to push as Lorne told him. When he pushed all ten combinations, another button magically appeared. He touched it, and the elevator immediately opened. It didn't even need to move to transport to the White Room.

"Hello," said the conduit.

Andrew gasped.