Sitting alonein the serenity of her hotel room,waiting for a slab of red meat cooked by...

[pump whirring] narrator: Sitting alone
in the serenity of her hotel room,
waiting for a slab of red meat cooked by someone else, Darby was almost able
to form a thought that was entirely her own. But then the thought
was drowned out by the sound of
her breast pump... whispering what sounded like, "whore house, whore house,
whore house, whore house." [knock at door]
- Room Service. - Just a second!