With nobody else around, your curiosity and total lack of regard for other people's privacy causes you to head straight for the bedroom. Glancing about the interior, it seems just like any other bedroom you might sneak around in for no reason, possessing a bed, dresser, closet, and the various other bedroom accoutrements. However, you know that all of the interesting and salacious material will be well hidden. With barely-contained glee you begin opening drawers, trying to find some hidden scrap that the owners wouldn't want you to find. However, to your great disappointment you find no incriminating pictures or scandalous love letters; the worst you can find is some lingerie which isn't even half as revealing as what you have in your own closet back home. Disappointment setting in, you turn to leave, only to nearly run smack dab into a woman who has suddenly appeared int he doorway! Her mouth hanging open in shock, she stammers for a moment before her features settle into an angry glare.
"What the hell are you doing in my room?" she demands.
Your licentious nature having gotten you into some deep trouble, you fumble blindly for some excuse for your presence.