your stingy in sour moods

You never belived in retail therapy, and instead cracked down on spending in bad moods. A slight idea of humor pops into your mind, and from your wallet comes a crisp, clean 5 dollar bill.

In the most asshole aragant way, you lay it confidently on the desk before the employee. You expect him to give you a look, or catch on to the poor joke you started for some reason or the other.

"If you are sure" The bill is taken from the table and plased into a register. Next, he turns, and opens a large cabinet file labeled "room keys" And rumages around it. They look less like keys, and more like collars. All varying in quality and comfort. Soon, he hands you a old rigid brown leather one that looks like it would be painful to wear. It has a small ring on one end, and a metallic nub on the other that would fit snugly in the ring holding it tight around a neck

"Enjoy your stay! " He jestures to the door next to the desk, and walks away. Leaving you dumbfounded you got a hotel room for simply 5 dollars. With a cocky smile, you stride through the door. It's like a locker room you'd find at a swiming resort. As you enter, a brown locker in the lower corner swings open. A feminine robotic voice comes from the ceiling. "Please place all personal belongings into the locker. That includes all clothing. Once done, shut the locker and place on your key. We thank you for staying at oasis hotel. "