“The Red Room”

You’re not entirely sure what that means. “Sounds scary” you say cheekily.

Emma retorts back “I know there are lots of tits around and that’s distracting but you can probably figure it out. Let’s go.”

You follow her out of the Projection Room, down the hall and up a flight of stairs. It’s very pleasant to be a few stairs down, looking up at Emma’s posterior as she walks.

Then you get to room B288, the Red Room. The door opens and inside everything is red. The lighting is red, the carpet is red, the couches are red. This can’t be the only reason it’s called the Red Room, you think.

Someone walks up. It’s Isla Fisher looking delectable in a black bra and panties. “Hi Em!” She says perkily, then glancing down at your hard cock adds “nice friend.” Then she looks over at Emma’s exposed pussy and puffs out a breath of air the flitters a strand of red hair out of her face and throws up her hands. “I’m overdressed”

Immediately she reaches around her back and undoes her bra, dropping it to the ground, exposing her plump tits and pink nipples. Then she pulls down her panties, letting you l, Emma, and the room see her little red bush.

Oh, you get it. The Red Room.

“Anything exciting happening so far tonight?” Emma asks.

Isla bites her lip in thought. “Let’s see... see that group of guys over there? Rose Leslie is somewhere in the middle of them.”

Isla goes on “Jessica Chastain showed up a little while ago with her date who is... yeah...”

“The usual?” Emma asks, referring to something clearly naughty that you don’t understand.

“Oh even more than usual. You have to see it to believe it.” Isla continues “Amy Adams was here earlier but she said it was boring and she was heading to the Bondage Room. Um, Bryce came by with like seven guys and she did not share, which she probably should have because by the end of it she looked exhausted. They carried her out about 20 minutes ago. That’s about it. Oh and Christina Hendricks is supposed to show up sometime.”

Emma rolls her eyes then gives you a look “Don’t get your hopes up. She says that every year but never comes. She’s like a big boobed Godot.” Then she switches gears and asks you “Well, you wanna go meet some more horny famous people or you want to stay here and get this party going ourselves?”