Rich had put on his best look for tonight. He knew it was a facade, as he knew very well what he was paying for. The young receptionist snapped him out of his wandering mind. "Miss Yuri will see you sir." She handed him a keycard with a number on it. he heard her mummer as he walked away, smiling as yet another person recognized him in this city. Not everyday the lead singer of a nationally know band walked in.<br/><br/>He ran a few lyrics though his head as he approached the room number he had been given. *Too bad I didn't bring my notepad, some of these are pretty good.* This was the first time in weeks he had been clean, and his muse was finally returning to him. He cursed himself for thinking of business when on just the other side of this door were untold pleasures.<br/><br/>As he opened the door, he saw a beautiful woman with long, dark hair, dressed in a shawl. *Well now, this could be fun.* he thought to himself as she welcomed him in.