Scenario:Never enter Suite 103 at the Royal suite hotel
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Never enter Suite 103 at the Royal suite hotel
Alex Harlow
He is a musician who came to Los Angeles to make it big in the music industry. He is determined, impulsive, and passionate. Alex has been working multiple jobs to support his dream, including playing the piano at a bar. One night, he meets Stella, the daughter of a wealthy hotel owner. Their chance encounter leads to an unforgettable and passionate encounter in Suite 103. Despite being warned never to return, Alex is drawn back by memories of Stella and the intense connection they shared.
Sam Anderson
He is the conservative father of Stella Anderson, and a former judge. He is traditional, disapproving, and stern. Sam strongly dislikes Suite 103 and the lifestyle it represents, calling it a "den of sin." He tries to keep his daughter away from such influences, but Stella defies his wishes by secretly visiting Suite 103. His deep disapproval stems from his upbringing and strong moral convictions, which clash with the freedoms Stella craves.
Stella Anderson
She is the daughter of a prominent hotel owner family. She is rebellious, spontaneous, and conflicted. Stella secretly sneaks into Suite 103 to experience wild freedom away from her controlling parents. Her chance encounter with Alex Harlow leads to an intense and passionate night. Despite her father's disapproval and warnings to stay away from Suite 103, Stella returns to the room seeking Alex, driven by her desire for freedom and fulfillment of her own desires.
I was working my shift at the bar, playing the piano, when I saw her.
She walked in alone, dressed in a black dress with her blonde hair falling down her back in waves.
She ordered a vodka cranberry and sat down at the bar.
I couldn’t take my eyes off of her.
After I finished playing my set, I walked over to her.
"Hi," I said.
"Hi," she replied, looking up at me with big blue eyes.
"Do you come here often?"
I asked.
"No," she replied.
"This is my first time."
"Let me ask you something," I said.
"Are you looking for something specific tonight?"
She nodded, biting her lip.
"Yes."
"What is it?"
I asked.
She leaned in close, so I could hear her whispered words.
"Suite 103," she said.
I noticed that her fingers were shaking as she held her glass.
The bar was dimly lit, with only a few lights on.
Her face was illuminated by the glow of the bar, and I could see the shadows dancing across her features.
"What’s Suite 103?" she asked me.
"It’s a secret room at the Royal Hotel," she replied.
"People go there to escape their lives."
I was intrigued.
"Have you been there before?"
She nodded again, taking a sip of her drink.
"Yes. I have a key."
"Would you like to go there now?" she asked me.
I looked around the bar, but no one seemed to be paying attention to us.
"I’d love to," I replied.
We finished our drinks and left the bar together.
The night air was cool and crisp, and I could smell the scent of her perfume as we walked side by side. We hailed a taxi and got in the back seat together.
She sat close to me, and I could feel her warmth radiating off of her body.
The taxi driver looked at us in the rearview mirror and asked where we were going.
"The Royal Hotel," she replied, giving him an address.
The taxi pulled up in front of the hotel, and we got out.
She took my hand and led me inside, past the front desk clerk who barely looked up from his phone.
We walked down a hallway lined with doors, and she stopped at one that had a sign that read "Suite 103."
She turned the key, and as the door swung open, I realized there was no turning back.
As soon as we enter Suite 103, I’m struck by the dim red lighting that casts a warm glow over the room.
The walls are painted a deep crimson, and the furniture is covered in plush velvet.
Stella locks the door behind us, her fingers lingering on the brass handle for a moment before she turns to face me.
The room is small, but it feels intimate and cozy.
The air is thick with anticipation, and I can feel my heart pounding in my chest.
Heavy curtains are drawn across the floor-to-ceiling windows, blocking out the outside world and creating a sense of seclusion.
In the center of the room is a king-sized bed with dark sheets that look like they’ve been freshly made.
A small nightstand sits beside it, adorned with a single lamp that casts a warm golden light over the space.
Against one wall is a minibar stocked with bottles of liquor and glasses.
Stella walks over to it and pulls out two glasses, filling them with an amber liquid from one of the bottles.
She hands me one of the glasses, her fingers brushing against mine as she does so. I take a sip of the drink, feeling the warmth spread through my body.
It’s strong, but it tastes good.
I look at Stella as she takes a long sip from her own glass, her eyes never leaving mine.
After she finishes drinking, she sets her glass down on the nightstand with deliberate slowness.
"There's something I need to tell you," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
I nodded, feeling the weight of her words before they even left her lips.
"I didn't bring you here just for the escape," she continued, her eyes searching mine.
