The Arms Hotel Hallway
After Summer left for the day, Christopher Halliwell slipped into the second room he had booked at the Arms and opened the suitcase that had been discretely shipped prior to their arrival.
An hour and forty-five minutes later, Christina Hall exited the room, looking completely gorgeous. No one would ever realize that her long, luscious locks were actually a wig. Or that her perfect and ample bosom was courtesy of a push-up bra and some balloons filled with pudding.
Chris had been leading this secret life for nearly two years and no one had discovered the duplicity. Yet.
[mostly establishy, but you are welcome to tag in if you'd like!]
An hour and forty-five minutes later, Christina Hall exited the room, looking completely gorgeous. No one would ever realize that her long, luscious locks were actually a wig. Or that her perfect and ample bosom was courtesy of a push-up bra and some balloons filled with pudding.
Chris had been leading this secret life for nearly two years and no one had discovered the duplicity. Yet.
[mostly establishy, but you are welcome to tag in if you'd like!]