<div class="floatright">(https://i.gyazo.com/ff094e38444b9dda497e681d764864de.jpg)</div>Grumpily, the Mon Cal concierge harumphed loudly and bellowed as his wild gaze ranged over the crowd gathered before him.<br/><br/><em>"Comrades!  You've come at the right time, you can clean the quarter-hour room in exchange for consideration of your contributions to the greater collective!  It's getting a lot of use, so your hard work will be of great need!"  </em><br/><br/>The eccentric Mon Cal grabbed a spray bottle and a cleaning brush, plopped them in a bucket, and gestured for his 'comrades' to follow him deeper into the hotel.<br/><br/><em>"There's only one scrubber though, so you'll each have to take turns working on the crust and build up in the room!  You can quit anytime you want, but then you have to give up your spot to the next comrade in line...."</em><br/><br/>The rooms of this section of the hotel looked disreputable indeed, and it didn't take a stretch of imagination to see them rented hourly or even in smaller time increments.  There were females of various races, leaning against the doorjambs, all in states of disarray and cheap attire.  Some called out at Tikva and Elsie, cajoling them to 'be roomies' and 'join the working girls'.  The smell as they approached the "Quarter-Hour room" was...  powerful.  Surely it couldn't possibly have had the mix that was suggestive by the combination of Hutteese secretions, rodian musk, and Falleen pheremones, as well as other obvious odors that all spelled out the purpose of the room.<br/><br/>Bass held out the bucket, his cross-eyed gaze ranging over the group.<br/><em><br/>"So Comrades, who's first?"</em>