Mel watched the interaction with detached curiosity, she almost giggled out loud as Antonio puffed up and indeed flexed his muscles, although scaring a potention client, albeit a dodgy looking one, away was not the way things were done around here.<br/><br/>"Mr...Country"<em>What sort of name was that?</em>Alright not everyone gave their real names around here but still it was ... different "I'm afraid we have no reservation for you." She smiled politely.<br/><br/>"Nor do I know a Mr Alvaro."  She added.  Was this another set up?   They had already had one of those today, the huge security box containing a multitude of weapons from one client was testimonial to that.<br/><br/>As money was never discussed she couldn't very well ask Mr Country if he could afford a room so she pushed the rate form towards him discreetly.  Would he assume the names of the entertainers were the name of rooms?  "It's an hourly rate." she explained.