Arthur had one two thousand dollars that night at the casino, and only lost about a hundred and fifty in total. He was absolutely beside himself, scrambling to think of what he should do to blow off all that money as quick as possible.

The first thing he did was book a room in the resort above the casino — he was tired of sleeping beneath the pier, no matter how “safe” he claimed it was. He was more sand than skin at this point.

The second thing he decided to do came after a long period of relaxation. He booked the room, took a long, hot shower, changed his clothes into some he’d bought at the gift shop. He laid on the fully-made bed for quite some time, letting his thoughts wander… and wander… and…

Then the idea came to him. An escort. That would be the perfect way to cap off the night. He hasn’t relieved that kind of tension in longer than he’d like to admit.

By the time you arrived at his hotel room door, he was a little nervous. He’d never engaged in paying someone for these sorts of services. He almost felt bad. But he was also quite desperate for some company. He unlocked the door and stood there, trying to smile and look friendly.

“Uh, hi,” he says to you. “Come in.” He steps to the side and opens the door a little wider, allowing you to enter his room.