Head for the hotel.

It's been a long day's journey, and you should probably hit the hotel to unpack, at least. Even if you only brought a few changes of clothing with you.

You fire up the little knockoff jeep and putter out onto the road - the thing is incredibly underpowered. You can get up to about sixty KpH with a strong tailwind. Still, it does make sense. If you've got an island this small, you don't need something that can go faster. You pass a few beaches on the way up to the hotel - the island is pretty much nothing _but _beach, with the exception of a thick patch of tropical forest in the opposite direction. Most of the beachgoers - far more than would be typically proportionate - are women. That does make sense - the Velvet Fist tourney isn't mixed, and...

...and...

Hellllo. You pass a familiar face on one of the beaches - King. The savate and kickboxing expert you fought with during the Millennium Fight tourney... the one where Rugal tried to absorb Akuma's strength to conquer the world (seriously, your paranoia regarding fighting tourneys being apocalyptic events is not entirely unreasonable.). She's enjoying a mostly deserted stretch of beach on her own.

Naked.

Well, that's... well within her rights here. And that's one way to not get tanlines. You swallow hard, wrenching your eyes away from her before you go off the side of the road and get stuck in the sand. It's starting to become obvious to yourself that you aren't entirely straight - but then, you never have had time to examine your sexuality in any meaningful way.

You pass up the main stretch of beaches, with cute vendor stalls hawking everything from shaved ice to cocktails to swimsuits that would break every public indecency law in your homeland. More familiar faces are there, but you don't try too hard to pick any out of the loose cluster of revelers. Around a cliffy outcropping, and you end up at the hotel. It's not huge, but it's definitely a decent size, with a small casino adjoining. You park the jeep, grab your bags, and head inside.

A receptionist gives you a huge, ear to ear smile. "Welcome to the Grand Royal. How can I help you?"

"Cammy White. I'm here for the martial arts exhibition."

"Ah, yes!" The receptionist hands you a key. "You'll be in room 851. If there's anything we can do, just let us know. And don't worry - room service is comped by the tournament organizers." She winks. You roll your eyes and nod, heading for the elevator. The 8th floor is the top floor here. 851... going by what you see of the rooms, you're in the top corner of the building. Well, that should make for a great view, if nothing else. And your balcony should be pretty secluded.

Down the (eerily quiet...) hallway, and around a corner, and you find your room. Yes, it's definitely secluded. And well decorated, in a modernist style, with a huge bed and a glass wall separating you from the bathroom. And the view is... breathtaking. There's also a door that goes between your suite and the room next to yours - you've seen that in hotels before, it's probably a door on either side of the doorway, which have to be opened by each guest to adjoin them.

You toss your bag down on the bed and stretch out. Well... now what? You can get a quick nap (boring). You can head out to the beach (maybe later). You can... get changed into one of those fluffy, short bathrobes in the bathroom and just explore the area a little, reveling in the fact that you don't have to wear anything more (and that is VERY tempting). Or you can try the casino... and that's when you hear someone trying to open the door to your room. The internal door from the next suite over. Seems your neighbor is either curious or very impolite. Maybe you should see who it is.