"I...er...guess I'll work in the hotel," he said, handing back the list.
"Okay, good!" The receptionist said. She looked up at him, checking him out up and down, almost sexually.
"I haven't seen any other guys working here though," he said. "Or any other humans working here! All the male humans are guests."
"That's what the Changing Rooms are for, sir!" The receptionist replied chirpily.
"Oh, no..." Carl groaned. He had gotten himself into something deep.