A sleazy looking hotel in a backstreet

Beggars couldn't be choosers, or more so, beggars use borderline suspicious travel agents. Katie was trying to keep her expenses down this trip, so she did away with her usual planning and went off with some newly established travel agency that made all the arrangements for her. Most of their choices were far from ideal. She got here on a cheap ticket and was stuck with staying at some back alley hotel that looked like some kind of old redecorated apartment block. When she got to the entrance in the lonely backstreet, she peered up at the badly written 'Honeypot Hotel' sign with a deep seated sigh. Not a good start to her holiday.

She stepped inside to check in, which was a process that was redeemingly quick. All it took was for her to mention her name and she seemed like she was immediately expected by the seedy looking old man behind the counter. She got her keys within minutes of her arrival and she was in her room shortly after. It was a relatively sizable place with tiled marble floors, a cheap metal posted double bed on the far wall, a heavy wooden dressing table, a wall mounted mirror and an accompanying chair. Flanking it was the door to the bathroom, which was a tiny space that could barely fit two people.... with a strange looking hole in the wall next to the shower. She inspected it carefully, unable to see into the next room and wondered if it was just one of the quirks for going low budget. Instead of complaining for a better room, she decided to rest up.

By the time she had gotten settled, it was in the middle of the night. It had been quite a long drive.