What about the orange floor?

"The orange floor: what's going to be there?"

"Looks like someone is curious," said the receptionist, grinning. "I'm sorry, but this is to remain a secret for now. The floor will open as soon as the others are reasonably finished."

"How much?" you ask her, pulling a check from your pocket.

Everyone has a price, and there's nothing money can't buy. Information even more so.

"Excuse me, but I'm incorruptible when it comes to money."

"You haven't seen the number that's on this check."

"I don't need to. Money doesn't interest me."

The receptionist had a blank look on her face as she said this.

Shit, she's serious...

"However..." she took a step forward and leaned over.

"...I quickly become very talkative when someone eats me out properly," she whispered in your ear.