Try to make a run for it

"I'll need to see your IDs" says the curvaceous black girl.

The Indian girl reaches her hand out expectantly to receive your ID. Instead of giving it to her, you swat her hand away and gruffly barge past her toward the open hallway to try to run back to your room.

Your plan suffers an immediate setback when the black girl sticks her foot out and trips you. You make a hard fall to the floor, and feel a double pain at both the physical pain of falling and the humiliation of being so immediately stopped by an admittedly very sexy girl.

The Indian girl immediately tries to reassert control over the situation.

"Nobody else move or we will be **** to restrain you!" she yells.