"Of course, the grand tour." Nick grinned broadly, and began to lead Karen around the clearing. He'd had one too many hoteliers give him grand schpiels about their luxury hotels; this would be the best Island Resort Tour that Karen ever had. "On your left, you have the world class restaurant and lounge," he said, walking them past the picnic area, complete with checkered blanket and picnic basket. (Alright, the blanket was less your traditional red checked one than some sort of pink and black monstrosity, and the basket was actually a box he'd swiped from the kitchen, but still.) "Meals are served twenty-four hours a day, and the bartenders, I'm told, are very good at mixing tropical drinks."

"If relaxation is what you're after, well, there's a private beach mere steps away from the resort, and with the weather always being nothing but beautiful -- except for things like hurricanes and occasional snowstorms -- you should feel content to do nothing more than lay around and soak up the sun for hours on end." He led Karen through one of the flower-strewn paths he'd created, leading up to the lean-to he'd put together. "And, after your long, tiring day, you'll want to retire to your world-class, all amenities room, including a handmade bed and, of course, some candles for, shall we say, mood lighting? I will, of course, be at your service throughout your stay, if there's anything you need."