Eric went into the room, only to be surprised it was designed to look like it came from Medieval times. The room was made from stone, with a few windows to let light in, and one that opened up onto a balcony. Lamps, made to resemble torches, hung on the walls, and a simple chandelier dangled above him. There were several dressers, a closet, a bookshelf, a table and chairs, and a mirror lining the walls. Covering was a large, ornate red-carpet. Finally there was the bed at the end of the room, obviously made for someone bigger than Eric. It was huge! A massive canopy-styled bed, he didn’t even know beds came that big.
The room looked like it came out of a fancy castle. It wasn’t really what he expected, but it was better than nothing he guessed. Also on the walls were more portraits of fat men dressed in that Renaissance style. He wasn’t sure why these fat guys liked it so much, though he supposed he could see some appeal. His luggage had been set up beside bed, so he went over to it.
The massive mattress looked surprisingly comfortable and soft. Feeling it was like touching a cloud, “They really go all out, don’t they?” He mused, before noticing the side-table of the bed, which had an out-of-place phone and some pamphlets. They were broachers, for the RenFair. He looked over them out of curiosity, seeing advertisements for jousting matches, archery contests, festive balls, and great feasts, “Guess I know why they’re so fat.” He chuckled to himself, as he rose to get his luggage.
He initially went to put his bags in the closet, only to find it was already full. As he opened the doors, he saw rows of costumes hanging up, all for the RenFair he supposed, all presumably made in XXL+ sizes, along with another mirror in the back. He pulled one suit off the rack, and held it up to his reflection, seeing how much wider it was than him, and put it back, a bit weirded out. With the closet already full, he dragged his bags back to the dresser, which was, thankfully, empty. He sorted out his clothes and put them in the drawers for several minutes, before going back to the bed and laying on it. It felt amazing. Though now he wondered what he should do with his free-time now? This had been a weird day, he supposed. He was in a psuedo-fantasy-style hotel usually used by fat men. It was weird, but he guessed he couldn’t do much about it. Though now he was bored and looking for something to do…
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