A woman walked along the corridor. She opened her phone, and read the room number that someone had provided her with.
Number 450, thought Patricia.
Today she had dressed up beautifully. Her hair was styled; the clothes she wore were a low-bust. A man had given Patricia his room number.
Right in front of the room displaying 450, Patricia smoothed out her hairdo, re-polished her lips with the lipstick she had just taken from inside her bag, put them back in, then contacted the man waiting for her for this moment.
"Hello, honey. I was already in front of the room," Patricia told the man at the other end of the phone. Her voice was sighing, full of sensuality.
"Just a minute, sweetie." The man sounded impatient again.
After a few seconds, the door opened and exposed a man's bare chest. His face smiled happily when he saw the beautiful woman standing before him, smiling. "You're so beautiful, my sweet," said the man, immediately pulling Patricia's hand.
