<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=1437.msg40922#msg40922">Quote from: Pixel on 17-08-2005, 01:22:55</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Feeling a bit foolish, Jess realizes she hasn't entered a resturaun, but an actual Inn. She must have only seen the people in the cafe area and thought it was all a bit resturaunt. She seems to be pondering the question the gentleman asks, but in truth she's having second thoughts.  Better she just go on to the hotel and then see if she can find the guys.<br/><br/>She mutters her appologies "Sorry sir.. I must have taken a wrong turn."  She quickly goes back out the doors and proceeds north along the backside of the hotel till she reaches the corner and turns to the left. Ahh yes... there is the entry door. She opens it with a bit of relief and enters. She steps up to the reception area and waits for someone to help her check in. She looks around, not seeing either of the other guys.<br/><br/><br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Walking around the hotel, you get a glimpse of the rooms through the windows.  This side of the hotel has a small restuarant attached, with it's own seperate entrance.  The building is rather run down.. the name of the hotel lost and obscured.<br/><br/>The main lobby is generously lit by a huge skylight above. (nearly 20' long)  Directly ahead is a broad checkin counter, a large board with numerous little cubbies for dropped messages line the wall behind.  There is a phone on the table, and a chair nearby..currently empty.  To the left, a doorway leads into the dining room.  To the right, two hallways split off leading to hotel rooms.  Behind you an unmarked door probably leads to a janitor closet..or some such.  There is a door behind the front desk leading deeper within.<br/><br/>A rather burly slavic looking fellow is behind the counter.  In russian accented dutch, he speaks. (you can partially understand)<em>Greetings little lady.  Can I help you?  </em>He looks you over, checking you out.. not in the sexual sense, but rather assaying sense.