Lydia tilted her head, her blue eyes blinking at him in slight confusion. “Poe?” Poe, she repeated the word in her mind, thinking on it some more. She’s never heard of such a thing, only for the gears to click when he showed her his coin purse of varying currencies. She almost felt embarrassed to take so long to realize it was his name. “Oh! That’s right! We had gotten a notification for a reservation yesterday for a Poe. I am so sorry, sir. Just give me one moment and I’ll pull up the information now.”<br/><br/>With a few clickety-clacks of the keyboard, she found the very reservation she’d referenced. “All right, all set then, sir.” Reaching over the counter, she handed him a keycard with the number 1101. “You’ll find your room on the eleventh floor. If you’ve need of any of our services, your room has been outfitted with a touch screen on the wall near the bedroom door. Just type your request and I’ll receive the message here at my computer, where I will then send for an available associate to deliver whatever you need. We also have a bar on this floor just over there,” she explained, pointing in its direction, “our anger rooms down that hallway across from there, and a pool and jacuzzi a floor below here. I hope you enjoy your stay.” She gave him a sweet smile and meant her words sincerely<br/><br/>Meanwhile, on an upper floor, specifically the twentieth, a group of men trudged along the long hallway carrying a bulking mass of wood, string, keys and pedal, while another led them with wine bottles in hand. Coming up the room labeled 2000, he knocked on the door, calling out. “Room Service!” The men behind him grunted, hoping the the person inside answers soon before they drop this beautifully pristine white piano on their toes.