The hotel wasn’t always exactly the kindest of places, and Estelle knew that. But part of her always wondered if perhaps she was lucky enough to avoid some of the schemes that this place put on to people. Locked rooms were bad enough and things didn’t need to be made worse with other such variables involved.
Though today, her luck had run out. Waking up in what she thought was her bed, she went to roll out of it only to find her right leg chained to the edge of the bed. That was only the beginning… She also found herself wearing a pink see-through chemise with underwear that had covered almost nothing.
Upon further inspection, she realized the room she woke up in was not her room, and she was merely the victim (or perhaps the person who entered the room she was trapped in was the true victim). Luckily she knew enough about this place to know that it only demands one thing of them, and while that thought was far from pleasant, the she could feel the effect of the drug that made her want that physical desire. So while her situation was something she had wanted to avoid, she wanted, needed some sort of release.
She turned her attention to the door as it opened and looked at the person who came through with needy eyes, filled with lust and desire. “Please…help me. I beg that you help me…”
((ooc: Upon entering your room, you will see an aphrodisiac'd Estelle on your bed, with her right leg chained to it. Naturally, it can only be released by the usual Love Hotel means.
Prefs here. Men and women equally preferred.))