Athena's heart raced with anticipation as she and Tom pulled up to the quaint New England inn for their weekend getaway. The crisp autumn air nipped at her cheeks, a stark contrast to the warmth radiating from within her at the thought of the debauched delights that awaited. She had been looking forward to this weekend for months, ever since she hatched her devious plan.
As they stepped out of the car, Athena couldn't help but admire the picturesque setting. The inn was nestled among a sea of vibrant red and gold leaves, its stone facade and ivy-covered walls giving it an air of old-world charm. But Athena was far more interested in the activities she had planned for the inside of the inn.
"Good afternoon, welcome to the Castle Rock Inn," the bellhop greeted them with a warm smile.
