Aphrodite walked into the Titanic Hotel trying her best to ignore the disgusting hoots and whistles from every bellboy in eye-shot of her. She had no need to carry anything, here or wherever she went, it was always just the same, men, bellboy and other, would beg to carry her things; oftentimes, they would offer to pay her to be able to carry them. She mounted the steps to the door, declining the offer from a construction worker to carry her up. And entered the lobby. There, she was met by a bran-new bank of gazers, gaping mouths, drulers, and cat-calls. She cast them a look so cold that it could have frozen water in the heat of Rome's summer, and all were silent. "That's better," she returned to them as if training a dog. Then, she made her way to the check-in desk. "I would like a delux sweet. What are your prices per night." The eyes of the man at the desk bugged out and his mouth immediately dropped.
"Well...well...ah...they're....ahhh...well...they're...free........for you...yes, they're free...there will be no charge for you." He studdered, aw struck.
Aphrodite knew that it was wrong to accept, but she was never a girl known not to use what she had been given, and a free delux sweet sounded pretty good to her. But first there were a few things she had to add to the little bargain. "And what do the meals run at the restaraunt?"
"All of your meals are on the house."
"Does the room include an in-room bar?"
"It does now, the very best."
"Thank you, sweety," she said in a seductive, low, nearly whispered voice.
"I'll personally take you up to your room."
"That's quite alright," she said, taking the keys from his hand. She turned as the poor man's heart sank to the floor as he watched her walk away. She gave the various men assembled, who carried her bevy of luggage, and they fell into rank, following her like dogs.