<div style="text-align: justify;">Downstairs, the hotel staff had returned to their duties. The manager started preparing the note for the kitchen, indicating that a bottle of champagne should be taken to each of the rooms reserved by the newcomers. A bottle of the finest one for the newlyweds, and a basket of strawberries and chocolates, and a bottle of cheap champagne to the one who had created all of that mess. <br/><br/>It wouldn’t take long for both treats to be taken up. One of the chamber maids went to the <span style="color: #FF4000">Agent’s</span> room, and knocked. She would wait for the man to open and smile, presenting the champagne bottle. “Our manager has asked me to deliver this, sir”, she stated in a broken, but understandable, English. “Our finest”. <span style="font-style: italic">My ass it is</span>, she thought to herself. But these American heathens couldn’t tell the difference between fine Champagne and cat piss. <br/><br/>Another chamber maid, a younger one, knocked on the other door. She couldn’t speak English, so she looked at the three of them and really hoped at least someone there understood French. “Champagne, strawberry and chocolate for the newlyweds”, she announced. “Our manager hopes you have a wonderful stay and enjoy your time here”.<br/><br/>In another room, someone sat in bed with a briefcase on their lap. In it, a stack of papers was neatly organized. The person started pulling one by one. “A <span style="color: #0000FF">gentleman</span> who is not so gentle… a <span style="color: #BF00FF">lady</span> who is not lady-like… a couple who will never be real, and a man who has more secrets than I do… how adorable”. The person smiled. “Come, little mice. The cat wants to play”.<br/><br/>Across the hallway from the <span style="color: #008000">Actor</span> and the <span style="color: #FF40FF">Wife</span>, another couple, this one as real as it gets, sat on the large bed staring at each other. The young woman seemed calm, while the man seemed anxious. His hand moved slowly, as though he was wondering whether or not he could touch her. She simply sat there, her big dark eyes staring at the man. After some hesitation, he stood up and went to a brief case. Opening it, he took out a delicate emerald bracelet and returned to the girl.<br/><br/>“I’m not sure this is as good as what you are used to”, he whispered, caressing her hand and putting it on her. The girl smiled. “Oh, dear. You didn’t have to…”, she whispered back, finally condescending in kissing him.</div>