Hotel Seven Stars

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Hotel: Seven Stars

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The door to my suite slides shut behind me, just as I had cleared the threshold.

“Home, Sweet Home!” I exclaim, even if it’s just a suite at a hotel I had just stumbled into. (But still!)

“I have a phone, in the pocket under my diving-suit..” I ponder; "maybe the signal can still get through; once I have slipped out of the suit, in order to reach my phone!” I ponder.

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In place of the black marble, down in the lobby; I have white marble, almost the same hue as the girl at the desk. (Curious coincident? I think not, I don’t believe in coincidences. Well, not really! Why? It’s just an excuse one makes up, for convenience.)

The walls are identical, to the walls in the hall outside; aside from the utility, I have in my cloaking room. The ceiling, is also identical to the ceiling in the hall; it is almost, as if it had been an unbroken sky.

On the right and left of the door to my living room; I have a three floor shoe-rack, jacket-hanger and hat-rack in order. (But no umbrella stand, as if they did not expect it to rain. {Ever!!})

I lift up my right hand, extending it towards the plaque; pressing the hand down gently, spreading my fingers wide. The door to my living room slides up before me, staying up until I have cleared the threshold. (Almost as if I had had a Butler, holding up the door for me?)

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Of course I had slipped out of the Dry-suit. While it may be dry, on the outside; but it still feels weird, and wrong; to wear the suit inside what is to pass for my home. (Not that it would have made any difference, if it had been someone else’s home)

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I feel weird.

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“Phew..” I exclaim; “it feels strangely comfortable, to be out of my Dry-suit!” I conclude.

The decoration is exactly, what I had been expecting; the same oak-wood parquet as in the hall outside. The only thing missing, is the railing along the upper rim of the picket fence. (How unexpected?)

On the left short wall, I can see the flat-screen LED TV; only, it is covering the entire wall without any margin. I have a three seated cinematic sofa, facing the screen; with a sofa table before the sofa. Iridium-plated Titanium frame, with a Sapphire glass table-top. (A bit fancy, for my taste; but I guess it would have been weird, with anything less in the room.)

I walk up to the sofa, without a thought; sitting down on what outwardly would have appeared to be black Leather. (Which it isn’t, not even a cheaper imitation of fake Leather; this is black Silicone, feeling quite plush as I lean back in comfort)

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I feel weird; but I ignore the rest of the world, as I am exploring my surroundings. Treating it, as if it had been a Dream; from which I will eventually wake up.

For a moment; I just lean back, gazing at the smooth, glossy black wall before me. (As if the wall had been painted black, on purpose; not hiding the LED screen, the key to the Entertainment suite the suite I am in had been equipped.)

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The outer wall is bare, apparently; only clad with the wooden panels, even if I may notice the option to open up to see the windows. The wall, opposing the outer wall is holding a continuous line of bookshelves; even if it holds no books, at this time. All the shelves are bare, devoid of decorations, as if I had been expecting decorations?

In place of the large panorama window(s), and door to a luxurious balcony, only the wooden panels can be seen. (Odd.. but, what had I been expecting; I haven’t paid for the room, so I can’t really ask for all that much. Can I?)

Beside the sofa, I have the door to my bed room; while I have the door to the facilities: girl’s room (toilet). And shower on the other side of the room.

I should probably see the bed room, just for the sake of it; putting in a token effort, in exploring the room.

Once I have opened the door, I find the bed room just as I had been expecting; the bed and bed-stand beside the bed, and two twin doors wardrobes behind the bed, on the foot end of the bed. The bed-stand had been crafted out of pink Cherry-wood and has two drawers directly under the massive wooden board on the top. While the top currently is empty and bare, I soon notice a head-set in the first drawer. Silly me; I pick up the head-set and hold it in my right hand, only to try it on after a moment.

“A perfect fit.” I exclaim, as I slip it onto my head. (Once on; it is all but undetectable on my face, as it is skin-tone.)

“Could I call for room service, with this head-set?” I ponder, barely mouthing the words.

“Yes, Miss..” a voice responds; “of course you can!” she concludes, confirming my request.

“Oh, thank you!” I respond.

“You can also use the screen, in your living room; in order to make more detailed specifications..” she informs me; “aside from enjoying the full set of entertainment available!” she explains.

“Thank you, Miss..” I respond; “I will be exploring these options!” I conclude.

“You are quite welcome, Miss!” she responds.

“Well..” I ponder; “I really should be exploring these options, right away; before I forget, or anything else gets in the way!” I conclude.

Yes, I really should; there is no point, in delaying. (I just hope; they will not apply any hidden fees, on their services!)

“I do enjoy the standard, here; while they have a few odd quirks, the standard is still well above and beyond my wildest dreams!” I ponder.

“But, first; since I am already here, I should explore the wardrobes?” I ponder, as I am turning away from the door on my way over to the wardrobes.

I open the doors on the right, only to find the Nighttime wears in metallic bloody red; as I open the doors on my left, I find the Daytime wears in pristine (silicone-)white.

“If these fit me, I should try them on; just in case, so I can give an honest opinion!” I consider, giggling to myself.

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I am standing before the mirror in the wardrobe on the left, with a pile of clothes on the floor, before me.

“Now; what do I have, to choose from?” I ponder.

I extract a pair of white panties, examining them for a good long while. I step into the panties, right and left; pulling them all the way up, only to afford them a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice. In the process, I enjoy the smooth material, these panties had been crafted out of; just as I am enjoying the skin-tight fit, as well as the high cut.

“Rarity” the label reads; “Daytime Panties” the first subtitle reads; “Skin-tight, Ultra High cut” the second subtitle reads.

“Curious description..” I ponder, “and I take it; Rarity is the brand of clothes they provide their guests with!” I conclude. (Maybe I should ask the Room service, later!)

Once I had slipped the panties on, I am extracting a matching top; pulling it down over my head, only to afford it a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice.

“Rarity” the label reads; “Daytime Brassier” the first subtitle reads; “Skin-tight, Full support” the second subtitle reads.

“This makes me want to jump up and down, in order to test this out!” I ponder.

Since I had selected and slipped into the underwear, it is time to continue with the casual clothes I can wear openly, without embarrassing myself. (I could always try out something more comfortable, later; if, and when I have the time.)

I am extracting an ultra-tight pencil-skirt, stepping into it right and left; eagerly pulling it all the way up, only to afford it a few tentative tugs; once, twice and thrice. (In the process, I am exposed to the garment’s liquid elasticity; something I am finding myself enjoying more with each garment I am wearing, finding the wardrobe exciting.)

“Rarity” the label reads; “Daytime Pencil-skirt” the first subtitle reads; Skin-tight, Hyper-elastic” the second subtitle reads.

“Can I take this ensemble with me, once I leave the Hotel?” I ponder; “I really do wish I could have a wardrobe of Rarity’s clothes with me!” I consider.

“These garments were made to your exact measures, for you!” a voice responds, making me assume the receptionists heard what I had considered.

“How generous, of her!” I ponder; “Is this an all paid hotel?” I question.>

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