The pinacle of decadance

Annabelle was loving her vacation. She'd flown straight to a resort, and spent the last three days doing nothing but relaxing. She'd swam for hours every day, sunbathed, drink margaritas and eaten rich food.

Tonight was no exception. In fact it was the pinnacle of decadence and lesiure. She had decided to not go out pursuing the night life, or even go to a fancy restaurant for dinner. In fact, after she showered she decided she wouldn't go out at all! Instead she splurged on room service. She'd called in comfort food- hot wings and a jumbo quesadilla. Along with it she ordered a bottle of fine champagne. Then she plopped in bed and began eating. She rested both plates on her body, one on her chest, one on her lap, and sat butt naked, with only a towel drying her hair. She lay propped up in bed, gorging herself and guzzling champagne. Now this was the life!

Little did she know, her vacation was about to get a lot less relaxing...