Juliet: Matrimony Masquerade

The first day of your honeymoon has finally begun! Your reservation was made, your luggage was shipped ahead, and your beautiful wife, Juliet, should be waiting right in the lobby. Heart's Quay, a wonderful upscale resort, was generous enough to discount the price tag as long as you let them use some of the pictures from your stay for marketing. It was a no-brainer, really: after the discount, you're paying as much as if you had chosen a motel instead!

From the breathtaking ocean around you, the lovely music coming from the restaurants, the laughter of other honeymooners in the bar, and the sounds of entertainment in the casino, all you have to do is get the key from the front desk and meet up with Juliet.

The doors swing open under your hand, and the lobby's warm atmosphere waves away the ocean breeze. The attendant is politely waving a guest on to their room- WAIT. That's not just a random guest. From behind they were familiar, but not by much. As she turns to you, you realize: that's Juliet... but not.

Juliet is facing you now: her lovely hair flowing down to her shoulders in waves, her earring jingly delightfully, her immaculate physique filling out her clothes. But everything is just... wrong. Her clothes are all mis-matched, with too many layers (who wears two tanktops under a blouse?). Her skin is an even, verdant hue of green, instead of her normal tanned color. And her hands... you count them a dozen times, but each time, she only has 4 fingers on each.

"Ah! There he is before me!" She calls out to you, in a strange, sing-song voice: definitely Juliet's, but the words have a foreign sound. "This service woman has granted us access to our lodging. Shall we muster and proceed? Our options include one Vill-Ah, or a Sweet."