Luma staid it was an absurd a hotel wirhout bathroom

I stood there, my mouth agape, as the voice on the phone explained the "rules" of this bizarre establishment. "I'm afraid it's not absurd at all, miss," the receptionist said, her tone eerily chipper. "We cater to a very specific clientele. If you need to, ah, relieve yourself, you'll need to use the provided diapers. And, of course, our staff will be happy to assist you in changing into fresh ones." I felt a wave of disgust wash over me as I stared at the items in the bedside table cabinet. Diapers, baby wipes, and a tiny pair of overalls.

I stood there, seething with indignation, my eyes fixed on the offending items in the cabinet. The receptionist's cheerful tones still echoed in my ears, making my anger simmer even more. Without a word, I slammed the cabinet shut, my hand trembling with rage. I couldn't believe this was happening. I couldn't believe I was actually considering putting on a diaper. The very thought made my skin crawl.

In a huff, I stormed over to the bed and threw myself onto the mattress, ignoring the soft, pastel-colored coverlet and the row of stuffed animals perched on the pillows. I was furious, and I wasn't going to give in to this ridiculous demand.