Hall of Infinite Doors

You approach Tricia and introduce yourself. She's tall and wearing an elegant white bikini with numerous straps holding up a very large rack. They're not perfect, mind you, but they are large.

"Oh," she says, shaking your hand tenderly, "you're the one that put this all together!" She bends at the waist and giggles. She tosses her long, wavy sandy brown hair behind her.

"I'd just love to tour the gardens," she says, "but no one will go with me."

You look up and see Marilyn looking at you.