I got chosen to go on a business trip to go to Italy to as a part of settling some sort of business deal and due to the fact I could speak Italian i was basically mandatory to join. Office work is mundane, so of course accepted.
I was supposed to be staying in a hotel with the rest of my co workers at Italy on the trip but due to their not being enough rooms i had to go to a hostel. I was dreading being put in some run down one star shack but It seemed like a nice place fortunately.
Due to people running the hostel understanding the situation I managed to be lucky get a rather private room. I was only staying for the a few days at the hostel and then i was back in the hotel with my other co workers. The people who were running the place, an older couple and their family, explained that I was on the second floor and that for the first night i was going to be alone in the room which i was rather relieved about since although i am very perverted after flying across the Atlantic for 14 hours i was pretty exhausted.