This is just too weird for you.

"Okay," you say, pulling your pants back up. "This is just too weird for me. I'm not into this kind of stuff."

"Oh, that's too bad," she says. "I don't know how well you're going to like Rosestead then." And with that cryptic comment, she exits from the room, closing the door behind her.

You lie down on your new bed, trying to clear your head. You must have dozed off for a bit because the next thing you know there's a knock on your door and you're startled out of sleep.