You go to her room and enforce her end of the deal

You see the keycard in your hand and a devious thought enters your mind. You don't know what room she's in, but you remember it's somewhere on the second floor. So, you ride up, and tap the card on every room until it opens at 204.

You grin like a Cheshire cat, and make your way through Heather's belongings. True to your word, you take out all of her bras, panties, garters, and hose, and put them in one of the hotel-provided laundry bags. You go further and take all of her jammies and athletic gear, and in the end virtually all of her clothing that is not directly related to the business or the conference.

Which leads to the last part of your heist - the shoes. You promised her one pair of shoes for the big client, but otherwise made her go barefoot for the rest of the conference. You take another laundry bag and put all of Heather's sneakers, trainers, boots, and other closed-toe shoes in it, leading to two pairs of shoes for the big day. One is a pair of "Egyptian-style" sandals, flat but with only a thin strap to cover a sliver of Heather's feet – and one you feel you can... "alter". Another is a pair of wedge heels made of cork that shows off her toes but otherwise covers most of her foot, but which gives her an extra five inches of height... that can also accentuate her curves.

Thinking fast, you make your decision of what footwear Heather has for the rest of the event and put the other pair in the bag with the others. Having a couple of somewhat heavy bags, you make a mad dash down the hall with them back to your room.

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Meanwhile, Heather wrings out her robe, sighing at its translucence but shrugging that it's better than nothing. Feeling her pockets, she notices her keycard has gone missing. Thinking she must have dropped it somewhere, she looks in the hot tub and then all around the pool area, but to no avail. A terrifying thought enters her mind as she rushes to the front desk.

"Hi, I need an extra key for 204," she says panting.

"Ohhh... kay..." the lady at the front desk jabs at her, noticing her nipples through the damp robe, "looks like you've had some fun."

Heather blushed as she got her keycard and darted up to her room.