As the party at the pool continued enjoying themselves, especially the two swapped couples, Dr. Moriarty idly flicked through the other camera feeds from the other rooms in his hotel. After a while, he found some very promising possibilities. "Hmm, I wonder...!" he mumbled to himself, as he rubbed his bearded chin and smiled.
On one camera, he watched as two other wedding guests, a 24-year old woman and her 47-year old father, unpacked their bags. The young woman, Jessica, who was the sister of one of Megan's friends, was quite attractive, she had long, straight, black hair, stood 5' 6" tall in her high heel sandals, and had a particularly curvy figure. Dr Moriarty wondered why her father, Bruce, had even bothered to tag along, he looked slightly out of place among all the younger, more glamorous looking people. And there was no sign of a matriach in the room, Dr Moriarty frowned...then shrugged it off.
Turning to another camera, the good, slightly demented Doctor observed two of the younger guests, an 18-year old girl, Cheryl and her 15-year old brother Thomas, who were acting very much like two typical squabbling siblings, despite the obvious wealth their family possessed.
With the audio turned off, Dr Moriarty couldn't tell what the brother and sister were saying to each other, but he correctly assumed that every other word was something to be 'bleeped out'.
Suddenly, the door behind the Doctor opened, and in stepped a man in his late 20's, who was dressed in a rather revealing maid's outfit, complete with black stockings and stiletto heel pumps. "Excusez moi Doctor, there's some trouble with ze #2 elevator again" the man said, in a strong French accent.
"Oh, thank you Michelle" Dr. Moriarty said, "I'll take care of it later, we still have one functioning elevator," he then smiled at the 'maid'. "And I don't think it'll exactly kill people to use the stairs now will it" he chuckled.
'Michelle' also laughed, then 'she' exited the room, leaving Dr. Moriarty to turn his attention back to the two screens in front of him.
Decisions, decisions....
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