Taking you from out of the private room you are both in, the guard's booming footsteps shake your world as you are tightly clasped in the darkness of her hands.
She walks for a little while until she is back out into a more populated area of the resort.
You have no idea what is about to happen to you, but you aren't feeling very optimistic about you awaiting fate.
Her voice booms from above you, almost defeaning your tiny ears...
"Excuse me, Ma'am, I believe you dropped this..."
Light blinds you as the giant hands of the guard open and you see...
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