At first he had to laugh at the hamper.  It just seemed so in tune with everything else.  The VIP's must like this stuff, not that he could quite figure out the game.  For a second he thought the face on the screen was actually directed at him - the real him, not just anyone in the room, but he shrugged it off as soon as the text came on.  Of course it was all just a program.  He wasn't anyone that mattered to this high class girl with a space station to herself, after all.  The place was just messing with his head!  It was pretty funny, even he had to admit.<br/><br/>He huffed a tad and tried a door for the sake of trying.  Of course by now it was apparent they were going to play their game as long as the tour lasted, or whenever the next part began.  As if he was going to put on this stuff.  He tapped his chin for a few moments wondering if the idea was he played along, and they would send a girl in.  It was a pretty impressive array of clothing...  He picked up a few lace panties and twirled them around idly in a mix of amusement and disbelief.  Yeah, right.  Surely someone would come for something more than this before too long.<br/><br/>He climbed into bed as he was, glancing periodically over the open wardrobes with disbelief.  Maybe the drink would put him to sleep and when he woke up, he'd be in the right room?  Or maybe the right girl would be in this room laughing it all off with him.  Whichever.  He'd try that for a little while.<br/>