The Door Droid seemed to be processing the multitude of vocal input rather poorly, if a droid could behave vexed and addled, this one displayed it through sheer body language, if a single eyeball and stalk could demonstrate so.  Finally in what seemed a resigned decision, it opened the double doors that led inside, and added in peevish Huttese.<br/><br/><em>"Enter.  The lobby is for the convenience and leisure of hotel guests.  No vagrants, loitering, solicitations, or pollsters are tolerated."  <br/><br/><strong>"Bosken. Doe lobby sa che doe convenience um leisure oa bochen snakus. Noah granchs, jawesee, skeevos, mo ish'mers noa alubidi."</strong></em><br/><br/>The interior of the hotel lobby is a trip back in time to the Old Republic.  The architecture and decor surely must go back to that era, so ancient does it look in terms of style and condition.  Upkeep has not been a priority here, it's obvious.  But there is a certain elegance, a style to the place.  It surely once must have been quite a sight.  Now though, it's a warning sign of the times to come, the trappings of the classical past abandoned for the new Imperial age.  There is a lobby desk and concierge station to the far left of the lobby, with seats and sofas scattered all about, mostly unoccupied.  Behind the desk is a slightly wild-eyed Mon Calamari of blueish complexion, attired in an impeccably starched concierge's uniform.<br/><br/>Sprawled most undignified, deep in the cushioned arms of a lobby sofa, reclines a Dug of uncertain gender or age, looking almost as it's grown partly into the upholstery.  Eyes barely open, it takes scant notice of the new entrants into the hotel.  While it doesn't move, those half-lidded eyes flicker from person to person, taking note in a manner not all congruous with its lazy demeanor.<br/>