Hall of Infinite Doors

You park the truck and try to run with her through the sprinkling from the sky, but she nearly slips in her high heels. At last you reach the door and wipe your feet on the mat. She takes you up two flights of stairs to her room and shuts the door behind you. It's halfway neat with one bed made and the a rumpled heap.

"My roommate isn't here," she explains, "who know where she is." She walks over to the made bed. "I think we could make a great couple," she smiles. "Don't you?" She looks up at you. "Here," she says, turning her back to you, "let me get out of these wet clothes." She reaches her hand up to the zipper in the back of her dress.