Probably for the best

You start to fill out the form with your basic information. Name, sex, age, contact info, etc. It seems to be a waiver, the sort you'd had to provide in case of emergency. After the first page, there are several pages with lengthy disclaimers and warnings. 'Not responsible for lost and stolen items...', '...is not affiliated with...', 'will contact emergency number in case of urgent...', etc. After the first couple of paragraphs, you start to skim to the end.

The final page asks for your signature and includes a checkbox next to a question. 'Would you like to pay with cash up front?' You don't see yourself as the kind of person paying for this, but the listed cost actually seems kinda reasonable, especially if they can deliver. Figuring it was worth trying to see, you hand the form back to the receptionist who smiles.

"Right this way! Your room is the one at the end of the hall. Once inside, the hotel will determine what your fantasy is and deliver on it perfectly. Enjoy your stay!" You don't know why you couldn't simply make your choices here, but they seem to know what they're doing. "Uh... thanks," you reply. The floorboards creak softly as you walk down the hall and head for the room.