what if...
you're
in Las Vegas. City of gamblers, city of money, of which you just
lost
a lot; it's late, you're quite drunk, and you decide you'd best get
into
bed. So you take the casino elevator, it takes you to-- whatever
your
floor was, you think in your drunken haze-- and you get out. The
light
in the hallwwy is dim, you have trouble navigating your way
through
it, and you're happy to reach your room soon-- or what you think
is your
room... You don't even seem to notice the door is slightly open.
You don't
even bother switching the light on, you just kick off your
shoes,
peel yourself out of your dress, letting it drop onto the floor,
and climb
into bed, clad only in panties now, and you gladly welcome the
warm
sheets and grab the cover, making yourself reeeally comfortable.
Soon
you begin snoring softly, not noticing something stir beside you, a
hand
searching for the covers... you only wake up when the light is
being
switched on, and you're being dragged back into reality by a
strangely
familiar voice muttering, "What the hell?" And that exactly is
your
first thought...
WHAT DO
YOU DO??