<div class="floatleft">(https://farm6.staticflickr.com/5645/30865839450_c5af5835c2_z.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Devon Allred<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Employee - Guest Services<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong>Aug. 1st, 11:15am<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Mansion, Floor 2, Room 8<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Straight fit jeans,  White Tee with "Hello Kitty" logo, Red and White Ballcap worn backwards<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Residents of Room 8 (Thomas)<strong>Mentioned:</strong>None<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>No Warning<hr/><br/>The week had been a blur.  His last cruise had ended in the middle of last week, and he barely had time to pack and enjoy his time off before he was on a plane Wednesday morning to head to Paradise Island.  What kind of name was that anyway?  It had sounded like it was straight out of some travel magazine, but Devon didn't really complain too much.  It was a free trip for all the work that the employees of the company had put in to make it successful.  He'd never been on this kind of vacation before.  It was never something he could afford, so standing in the room he was going to be staying for the remainder of the trip and seeing all the offerings that the island and mansion was allowing was a little surreal.<br/><br/>He had unpacked his bag in the first few minutes of getting inside the room.  Devon took a moment, after everything had been put in its place, to thoroughly explore the luxurious accommodations that he was afforded.  The bathroom was like nothing he'd ever seen.  Marble and porcelain lined every available surface.  There were both a bathtub and shower, and either option was equally appealing.  The shower was lined with what looked like natural stone, and water could cascade over the occupant from nearly all angles.  He decided right there that he shouldn't pass up an opportunity, so he stripped himself of his clothing, leaving them in a small pile near the vanity.  His nude 5'10" frame stepped slowly into the shower.  Devon anticipated a rush of cold as soon as he turned on the spray, but to his surprise, the water was perfectly hot as it washed over his tan, muscled form.<br/><br/>The young man spent more time in the shower than he had thought, but the temperature never changed.  The resort had made sure every need would be met for their guests, and he stepped from the shower feeling refreshed.  He toweled off with one of the amazingly soft bath towels, leaving it to dry in the spacious bathroom.  He took his clothes, balling them up and carrying them with him into where he'd put away all of his clothes.  Fishing through a drawer, he pulled out a pair of small white briefs that he slipped on to each leg and up and over his package to cover himself before digging out a shirt.  It was white and had a skull on the front, but if one would look closer, that skull was made of black kittens.  Devon laid down on the bed for a long moment, resting his hands behind his head, but soon he had drifted to sleep, the comfort of the resort getting to him.