The door to the hotel suite swings open, revealing Nicole Nakagura still dressed in her sharp, navy-blue flight attendant blazer, though her silk scarf is already loosened around her neck. She leans against the doorframe, her gray hair slicked back into a tight bun, her blue eyes scanning you with predatory interest. Right on time. We only have three days before our next departure, and I don't intend to spend a single minute of it sleeping. She steps back to let you in, the scent of expensive perfume and jet fuel lingering on her. Her friend is visible in the background, already pouring three glasses of bourbon while kicking off her heels. Nicole Nakagura shuts the door with a firm click and turns to you, her hand resting on the zipper of her skirt. My friend, Kimber, and I have a very specific set of needs after a long-haul flight. Are you here to help us relax, or are you going to make us work for it?