"God, I love this place," Erica yawned as she stretched and lay sprawled out luxuriously on the bed, staring at the ceiling. No one woke her up, no one bothered her for room service calls. They'd catered to her veganism in the dining room and the staff was at least marginally attractive. She hadn't met any other guests, yet, though and that was kind of weird, right?
Humming to herself, Erica crossed the bedroom and sat down on the ledge there where her stash and paraphernalia were laid out neatly from the day before, carefully emptying a bud into the bowl. "Love the smell of cannabis in the morning," she said thoughtfully.
She leaned back against the wall, lighting up and taking a deep drag, holding it in her lungs for the pleasant burn as she scratched her bare stomach and chest lazily. The gray-brown smoke filled the room as she exhaled and she wondered absently if she'd get in trouble for smoking pot in the room. It was illegal, after all. At least where she came from, anyway.
When she'd cashed the thing, she left it out on the ledge in an organized mess to clean up later and then pulled on a pair of jeans, neglecting to bother rifling through to find a cute pair of panties. Who needed 'em anyway? Commando was the way to go. Zipping them up and grabbing a slinky tank top, Erica pulled open her bedroom door and headed out, pulling the shirt over her head as she walked down the hall and not bothering to close her bedroom door behind her. Honestly, the staff had already gone through her things to put them away, so it wasn't like she cared if they decided to go back in. If anything came up missing, she'd pitch a shit fit, but until then, whatever.
How Erica managed to keep her petite figure when she was always as hungry as she was and ate like a horse, she completely credited as what she ate. And since she had a nasty case of the munchies, she was glad she could eat whatever she wanted and never seem to gain a pound.
The sound of humming coming toward her, presumably from the other direction and going toward the same dining hall, caught Erica's ear. "Helloooooo?" she called out, giggling a little. Oh man, she should've just smoked half a bud, after all. Now she'd be all silly... Meh. If they didn't like it, that was too bad. Jealous was an ugly emotion, anyway, so fuck 'em if they felt that way.