You finally made it. Well, not really. But in the terms of short term happiness and success you did. You were working at one of the most exclusive hotels of the entire Western hemisphere. It's name: The Royal. It is your first year at the university in town and while your studies aren't that interesting, you managed to find this amazing part-time job. As far as jobs for students goes it is quite high-paying. At the same time the job itself is demanding. Which service industry job isn't though?

As a young and attractive hostess that gets to walk around in amazing dresses, completely out of your price range, you have managed to be popular with the guests and the tips you received were a boost when it came to paying your tuition. What made this week so special though was the event that would be held on Friday. It is an annual event and being picked as staff for this event meant one thing: money. The people who were invited to this event were a selection of the richest humans on earth. Every person who was fortunate enough to work at that event gave you one tip: be flirty and if necessary take a bit of sexual harassment, verbally and physically. Ultimately, it would pay off.

Fast forward to said day. Friday morning a crew of hair dressers and make-up artists came to the hotel and made sure everyone would look a specific way. Red lipstick, red nail and toe polish. This was a request from the event organizer. At the same time, it seemed highly-irregular. Generally, the hotel would do all those things. Slowly, it became clear to you that this really is not just another event. When the crew was done they left specific instructions: every single hostess this evening would be wearing a short white dress with matching heels.

After they finished their explanation a handful of people brought in said dresses and heels. "Please be aware that these clothes are tailored specifically for you. Which means: you can keep them."

Wait what? Tailored? How? Nobody took your measurements... or did they? But when? Your mind started racing as you inspected your dress. The fabric felt like a wearable cloud.

Fast forward to 7:59 pm. The party started. The kitchen staff was working since this morning to prepare everything. The hotel manager was running around to ensure that everything was just right. Since when does he even do anything around here?

8:00 pm: the doors of the main event hall opened and only a few familiar faces entered the room. Most of these people you have never seen in your life. No movie stars. No politicians. Just regular people in certainly overpriced suits and dresses. Some of them you recognized as eccentric tech billionaires but that was it.

9:30 pm: As it turned out this event is not that special after all. They order drinks, eat, and dance. Nothing special. Except for the one table that has not been touched yet. A reserved sign was placed on it. A bit unnecessary, you though. What seemed even more odd was that this table had only two chairs next to it. Even though one could seat six to eight people around it.

10:00 pm: Almost unnoticed by you two women made there way into the event hall. Almost, because once they entered the room went silent. Even the music stopped. Every single pair of eyes was now directed at the two women. Once you've got a closer look you could see that they are sisters... or rather twins? It's hard to say from this distance. People made a path for them to reach their table. The reserved one.

Then something even stranger happened. Men took a piece of paper out of the inner suit pockets. Women began to search in the purses for one as well. You could see the writing on one of these pieces. It was a simple number: 37. Just a few seconds later this all made sense. The big display in the middle of the room now showed the number 1. Now someone started to walk toward the table the two sisters sat down at.

"Don't stare!" Your hotel manager came running to you. "Just do your job. Business as usual!" A bit flustered you return to doing your job but you kept observing what happened at that table with at least one eye for the rest of the evening.

2:32 am: Number 100 was the last person walking toward the sisters' table. Oddly, the sisters didn't order anything. No food, no drinks, no nothing.

2:41 am: You were starting to clean up some tables that are deserted by now. The hall was rented until 3:00 am. Better to get a head start when the number of people is dwindling already. While you were collecting some flower decoration from the table you felt two taps on your right shoulder. When you turn around your eyes turn wide and your lips immediately clamp together. One of the sisters was now standing behind you.

"I've noticed that you were staring at us almost the entire evening," she says in a cold and serious manner. You're lips were trying to open up to answer her but she did not give you that chance. "Now, here is the deal: My sister thought that you are quite good looking... and I agree. Now listen very carefully," she pauses for a moment to check if she has your full attention. She does.

"We would like two Gin Tonic delivered to our room," she places a room card in your hand. "3:15 am. Not a minute earlier. Not a minute later. We have an offer for you which we would like to discuss. We believe you cannot refuse this offer but then again... it would be nice to be wrong once in your life."

The seriousness in her voice never vanished. She, one the other hand, left you standing there like a statue. Table flower in the one hand, key card in the other. Your heart was almost jumping out of your throat.

What will you do?

Hello potential penpals,

first of all: thank you for reading this far!

Just to calm your nerves: yes, the offer will be of sexual nature. I just won't disclose anymore before you decide to walk up to their room. Please, do so in form of a private message. You don't have to continue this prompt in your first message. Rather we can discuss details about this open-ended prompt. Obviously, this roleplay will have incest in it. So be aware of that.