I was just an ordinary 20-year-old guy, working as a bellhop at the prestigious Crimson Moon Hotel. Little did I know, my life was about to change forever when I met Ava, the most breathtaking woman I’d ever laid eyes on.

It was a chilly October evening when she arrived, her long raven hair cascading down her back, her piercing green eyes scanning the lobby. She was dressed in a tight black dress that hugged every curve of her body, accentuating her ample breasts and round, juicy ass. As she approached the front desk, I couldn’t help but stare at her perfectly sculpted face and full, red lips.

“Welcome to the Crimson Moon Hotel,” I stammered, trying to regain my composure. “How may I assist you?”

She smiled, revealing a set of perfectly white teeth. “I need a room for the night,” she said, her voice smooth as silk. “Something with a view.”

I nodded, my hands trembling as I typed her information into the computer. As I handed her the key card, our fingers brushed, and I felt a jolt of electricity course through my body. She looked at me with a knowing smirk, as if she could read my thoughts.

Later that night, as I was making my rounds, I heard a soft moan coming from one of the rooms. Curious, I approached and pressed my ear against the door. It was room 666, the one I had given to the mysterious woman earlier.