Making my way to the seventh floor, I trek down the hall to room 777.
I haven't really come up with a plan to deal with this, or even how to get permission to enter; guess I'll go with ol' reliable.
Knocking on the door,
...
I don't get a response.
I knock once more, this time twice as hard.
...
Still not-
Suddenly there's a muffled sound through the door. "The hell do you want?"
"Uh... room service?"
Theres a groan, before I hear countless locks unlatch and click.
The door opens and...
holy shit...
She really is built like the pills bury doughboy.