None of you can really think of any other way out of this. try as you might. Hands raise themselves into the air with lightning speed before you can even fully process what's going on.
"Not it!"
"Not it!"
"Not it!"
That only leaves you. Everyone else already has their hand up, clearly signifying that they are "not it". So that leaves you to make the actual phone call.
You sigh as you slip on a T-shirt with one arm and reach for the phone with the other. The rough sensation of the shirt fabric against your new, sensitive nipples causes you to gasp. Your new, slender fingers dial the number for the front desk. Ring...ring...ring...
Finally, someone picks up. You make your voice sound as sexy and honey-sweet as you can, even though it makes you feel like yacking up last night's dinner.
"Hello, room service? Yes, I'm in Room 302, and my friends and I were wondering if you could send one of your strapping young service boys up here. You see, we need a little help with...something. Great. See you then...tiger."
Your friends immediately start laughing as soon as you put the phone back down. After a few minutes of fighting and squabbling with them, someone outside begins to knock on your door. All four of you immediately freeze. Ricky pushes you towards the door and you open it.
Outside is a moderately attractive young man, wearing a stereotypical bellboy's uniform. He seems nervous to be talking to you when you seem to be wearing so little.
"Hi...I'm here now, s-so what did you need?"
You explain to him that "somehow, your airline managed to lose all the luggage with your clothing in it last night". If he can manage to get you all some clothes, then you promise that you will...
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