The Arms Hotel, Room of the stripper pole

Isabel yawned and stretched with the satisfied demeanor of a woman who'd had a very enjoyable, and energetic evening. A glance at the bedside clock showed that it was still early enough that she didn't need to worry about getting back to her husband, not that she really cared about him all that much anyway, but there was an image to be maintained. Turning to the other body in the bed, she slid her hand down his side.

"Wakey, wakey," she purred.

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