“I don’t know.” I shrug and then open one of the drawers to explore. I move around the dresser, running my fingers along the wood, examining every facet of it, even the back wall to see if it’s plugged in. When I detect no feel of a sensor, I blow out a heavy breath. “No sensor. We should be good.”

“Thank God.” Scottie opens a drawer and then scoops everything inside, leaving one single dildo poking out from the top as she closes the drawer just enough for the head of the fake penis to be peeking out.

“Why are you leaving the dick out like that?”

“Because if there’s no sensor, that means they come in here and count everything to see what we’ve used, and I don’t want them charging us. You might be rich, but to hell if we’re getting charged”—she stares down at the menu—“twenty-seven dollars for a three-ounce bottle of lube. If we leave the dildo poking out, they’ll know we just shielded our eyes from the sex minibar.”

“Smart.”

“Thank you.” She then takes a look around the room. “Any chance we can take off the handcuffs?”

“I can work on it.” I head over to the bed and start assessing as Scottie looks at the erotic pictures on the wall.

Gesturing to one of just a single breast with a very erect nipple and a water droplet hanging off the tip, she asks, “How do we feel about the nipple?”

“It’s a great nipple,” I answer honestly.

She then moves to the picture right next to it of a scrotum and motions to it. “And this nut sack?”

“I mean, it’s a well-manicured set of balls.”

Her head tilts to the side as she studies it. “Looks kind of old.”

“Scrotums are supposed to have wrinkles, Scottie.”

She purses her lips, unamused as she glances in my direction. “I know they’re supposed to have wrinkles, this set just seems… Oh God.”

“What?”

She clasps her hand over her mouth. “Do you think this scrotum belongs to Sanders and that nipple belongs to Ellison?”

Well, there’s an unnerving thought. I turn toward the pictures, giving them a better look, focusing more on the scrotum than anything. “Ehh, I don’t think Sanders would be that well landscaped. I mean, the man was walking around with a goddamn neck pillow hanging around his throat like a necklace. No way do his nuts look that good.”

I catch the swallow in her throat as she glances at the pictures. “Maybe you’re right, but just to keep the visual out of my head, do you mind if I take them down?”

“Nope. Please do.” I chuckle as I pluck the handcuffs off one by one and then set them in the drawer along with the rest of the lovemaking loot.