Knee him in the groin.

Joyce eyed the brute up and down, assessing him.

"Somehow, sir, I seriously doubt you could provide anything that I might 'need'," she said, her tone contemptuous.

The man's face turned red and his eyes filled with rage as his fellows laughed at him. Joyce cracked a self-satisfied smile and tried to step past the bear sized man. As she did, he grabbed her arms and slammed her against the wall, nearly knocking the breath out of her.

"Stuck up whore!" he bellowed in anger. "I'll teach you some respect!" His hand flew back ready to slap Joyce across the face for her snide remark, but it never flew as Joyce brought her knee up savagely into the mountain man's groin. The man doubled over and fell to the ground with his hands between his legs covering his injured manhood. He groaned and swore through gritted teeth but it was drowned out by the laughter that erupted from the onlookers in the lobby.

"Traveling several thousand miles in the company of mostly men taught me a trick or two about handling brutes like you," Joyce said with a great deal of self-satisfaction.

Stepping over the prone bully, Joyce followed the bellboy up the stairs towards her room.