A stark naked red-head bursts from Matt's room. She's naturally red haired, but her expression of absolute horror and disbelief tells you her true identity. As if in a cheap Tarzan movie, you point to yourself, "Jane."
You try again, your name refusing to come, again somehow John morphs into "Jane", as it leaves your lips. Matt's eyes widen to match yours as comprehension dawns for her too.
A timid, "Aileen", spilling like a whisper. "I'm.... Aileen." her frustration coming out as pout.
Your meeting is joined by Steve, or at least the blonde bombshell that was in that room. She struggles to fasten a satin dressing gown, as if hiding her massive bust will make it disappear. Spotting the open doors she guesses.
"John... Matt..." You gape in horror, that she can say your names. "I'm Stephanie." her expression freezes for a moment, but you nod your understanding. "You're Steve."
Afraid to fail at saying her name, she nods her head, Yes.
Jack teeters out of his room. Just as naked as Aileen, she's a natural brunette. The fear in her eyes, disturbed that she can manage heels, even as poorly as she is at the moment.
"We need to talk..." you suggest, with a wave of your arm inviting your friends into your room.
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