Heads. You sigh in relief, somebody has the key.
You hit your head with the palm of your hand, "Doh, I should've wished I had the key. Now how do I find the person with my key? It could be anybody!"
There's a knock at the door. You grab a robe and open it part way.
"Hello?"
It's a long haired guy in an open leather jacket and tight leather pants. He's shirtless, and he's leaning against your door post displaying his abs and twirling a key around his finger.
"Say, I found this key and it's got your address on it? Did you lose a key?" he says in a deep hypnotic voice.
You stammer, "Uh, y-y-y-es," you open your robe, "I think it fits my chastity belt?"
His eyes go wide, and jaw drops. You notice the swelling in his leather jeans, that snake must be a foot long!
"Well, let's see if the key fits, beauty," he says barging in.
He tosses you on to your bed, and sends the gold coin flying across the room. "You're beauty, and I'm the beast," he says with a grin lining up the key.
The sound of the coin clattering to the floor in the far corner tells you something is about to happen.