After a hot shower, you damp dry, then apply the Tiger Balm to your aching biceps, calves and thighs. The balm instantly seems to invigorate your muscles, so you slather on the ointment all over your body. After all if a little feels this good, a lot will be make you feel great, right?
You swagger from the bathroom naked, pausing to admire yourself in the mirror, and then you toss your body into the pillow covered bed that is Westin's trademark, and fall fast asleep.
The phone's ringing wakes you.
"Huh?"
"Where have you been? You missed our dinner meeting? Are you okay? Will you make breakfast?"
"Uh, missed it? What time is it? After 11 PM? Oh, I'm sorry, I -" you pause as you see your reflection in the mirror across fromm the bed. Your skin is covered with black stripes. You peel back the covers and see that your entire body is striped now.
"Are you there? What happened?"
"Uh, I think it's an allergic reaction," you answer dully.
"Allergic reaction? Do you need to see a doctor?" your boss asks with sudden concern in his voice.
"I don't know, maybe?"
"Well, what about breakfast? Our client wants to hear your thoughts on how to revitalize their corn flakes ad campaign. It's imperative that you are there, understand?"
"Yes, sir, but maybe it'll clear up overnight?"
"Come on blotchy skin won't lose us this deal. Not showing up will."
"I don't know, boss."
"You're too self-conscious. Now get to bed, and I'll be by at 6:30 AM to make sure you make it to the breakfast meeting on time.