Investigate the "performances"

Something definitely seems off here. This was supposed to be a small, sleazy motel. What the hell kind of "performances" could it possibly boast to have? It had to be something small and pathetic, like on those TV shows about people investigating terrible hotels that you had seen. It was probably just some stoners playing bad jazz music and stroking their egos, right?

The more time went on, the more you were skeptical of that belief you held. You vowed to still keep recording and investigating, but you were definitely getting the sense that you were in over your head somehow.

Taking the advice of the note, you head out of your room and go over to the front desk again. Kathy is still sitting there, giggling as she stares at a bright pink fashion magazine. You have no idea what she finds so funny about it, especially when it's obviously targeted towards her demographic.

"Ooh, hiya Sarah!" Kathy lisps out as she sees you walk back in. She puts the magazine down and flutters her eyes at you with a smile. "Whatcha doin' back here, hun?"

Still a little weirded out that she seems to enjoy using your first name so much, you explain. This could be your first big chance to get some real information on this place. "I, uh, just came here to ask about the performances that pamphlet in my room mentioned."

She gave another laugh, crossing a line between polite and ditzy. "Oh, yeah! Those are, like, so fun! You should totally go to one of those." Kathy said before staring at you vacantly.

After looking at her expectantly for a moment you clarified. "So... Could you explain what it is? The pamphlet was pretty vague."

With a tilt of her head, Kathy's smile somehow widened. Her pink lips were curling with a dumb look. "Ooh, yeah, I sure could!" One of her fingers started to toy with her candy blonde hair, twirling it around into spirals,

You both stared at each other. You felt awkward but she seemed to feel as fine as ever. Was something up with this woman? Something was definitely up with this woman. She seemed too spacy, too distant to be normal... She had to be on ****.

Deciding to continue this idea of yours, you change the questions. "Are you okay?"

Again, she let out a bubbly giggle. It almost sounded erotic this time. "Aw, I'm fine! I just got done listening to my favorite music! It makes me feel all, like... Bubbly and good and stuff! Do you wanna listen to some of it too!?"

"No thanks." That just sounded like a bad idea. Maybe this wasn't a good plan after all. "Now about those shows..."

She let out a gasp before you could finish, hopping up and down in excitement. You didn't like to be the type of girl who stared, but it was hard to not notice her bouncing chest. "Ooh, you shoulda just said so! Have you been watching the TV!? Master is so hot, isn't he!? Ohh, oh, doesn't being a good girl feel so great!?" She seemed to shudder after that last sentence.

What the fuck what she talking about...?

"No? no, I was asking about the performances in the pamphlet." Master? What was she talking about? Either TV was getting weird nowadays or something was off... The scary thing was that both seemed equally possible. Either way, you had suspicions.

For the first time since you had seen her she frown and look down with a pout. "Aw, bummer! Oopsies... Forget I said any of that, okay? At least until you watch the show..." As if flipping a switch in her mind, she bounced back up with a smile. "So just forget about it, kay? You said you were, like, asking about that stage show thingy? How about I just take you there?"

This feels like a tricky situation. On one hand, something is definitely amiss here. She's offering to take you, but she hasn't explained what type of show it is yet... You could demand more information, but that seems a bit risky with how she's been asking.