Uber Eats and the Hotel Slut-Shaming

Summary

I was checking out of the hotel when the receptionist slammed my key card back onto the desk.

"The sheets are ruined. Your three-hundred-dollar deposit is non-refundable," she snapped.

I froze for a second, trying to explain that it was just some water I had spilled the night before.

Lily Vance, the girl behind the counter, let out a mocking snort. Her eyes were filled with pure disdain.

"Water? Do you think I'm an idiot? I was on duty last night. I saw everything," she sneered.

"Five or si