where am I?

Your eyes open.  .... You are lying on a big red lip shaped bed,

which does not look familiar to you.

All the cushions are red balls of hair and even the mirrors are fury and red - the colour of lipstick ...

You hear footsteps ... "Where am I?" you ask

You see Sporty Spice, wearing a skin-tight tracksuit, her long dark hair bouncing around behind her head, her eyes and freckles surveying you.

"Is this your home?"

"Wha' with noa books or CDs?" she says in her adorable accent "noa way, I've booked oos into this lovers retreat for the night ... I 'ope you doan't mind"

 You sit and ponder for a moment, letting the situation sink in - you start to wonder what she has in store for you, what she is planning to do to you, how she plans to leave you, and whether she will be forceful & mean or consentual and soft ...