Room Service
Elise scowled. Hers was not the sort of hotel to which one brought a prostitute. At least not so obvious a prostitute as the half-naked Asian woman with fake tits that had just come in on the arm of an unassuming young man who didn’t look like he could afford a room at The Tamarind. Whatever lottery he had won his money in, he was about to learn it couldn’t buy EVERYTHING. The hotel manager intercepted the pair before they could get to the registration desk. “Hello!” she greeted them with...