Yes

You sigh. You really wish they wouldn't give you such riddles as to everything. You understood it was an ethereal monstrosity of a hotel with constantly shifting appearance. But did they really have to lean in so much?

You walk around the corner and on cue, you see Mrs. Twisted rubbing the wall and whispering sweet nothings. As weird as usual.

"Um, Mrs. Twisted?" You say, keeping your distance.

"Ah, Mr. Xley." She smiles, "I hear you are in need of funds."

"Let me guess, you heard it through the walls?" You smirk. You knew her brand of antics by now, even if you hadnt directly interacted much at all.

There is a soft knocking pattern on the wall as she glances at it. "Something like that." She smirks back as she looks back to you, "What skills do you have to offer?"

"Well I'm an anthropology student for one thing so something having to do with societal expectation, societal patterns, human resources, anything like that is my jam." You explain with a shrug and scratching your neck.