<div style="text-align: justify;">The chambermaid who had gone to take the treats meant for the newlyweds was relieved that someone spoke French. And also that they were kind to her. She was more than used to rude guests, specially when they were American. These seemed like good Americans, she decided, thanking the couple profusely before leaving them to go back to the chamber maid station.<br/><br/>The other one was not nearly as lucky. She had been prepared for the fact that <span style="color: #FF4000">the Agent</span> didn’t really know French, but thought he did. And for the fact that he gave the word asshole its meaning.<br/><br/>But she wasn’t prepared to hear that from a guest she had taken room service to. And she was a lot less controlled than the clerk downstairs. So, when the <span style="color: #40FF40">Bodyguard</span> stepped out, he would see the enraged chambermaid slap <span style="color: #FF4000">the Agent’s</span> face. Along with the blow, she would exclaim “Cochon Américaine!”¹ in a loud voice.<br/><br/>In the other occupied room, a <span style="color: #0000FF">Gentleman</span>, hearing the commotion, opened the door and peeked out, while the <span style="color: #BF00FF">Lady</span> on the bed was busy taking off her shoes and stockings.<br/><br/>Curious, the man stood where he was, waiting for what would transpire.<br/><br/>The chambermaid turned to the two men and spoke to nobody in special. “Ce porc américain m'a dit qu'il me veut le monter comme un cheval!”², she explained, folding her arms and pursing her lips, the image of offended virtue.<br/><br/>¹ <span style="font-style: italic">American pig.</span><br/>² <span style="font-style: italic">This American pig told me he wants me to ride him like a horse!</span></div>