Taylor knocks on your door

You hear a knock on the door after closing the website, and open it to see Taylor standing outside your apartment. She is wearing a farm hat, overalls, and a checkered flannel shirt underneath, with several pieces of luggage in her hand.

"Howdy!" she said in a southern accent, tipping her hat. "I'm Taylor Swift. Would you be the proprietor of this here establishment?"

You smile. "I would. Come on in."

"Thank you kindly," Taylor said, entering your abode.

"Well, I'll be," she said, looking at your LA apartment in wonder. "This here Bnb's nothing like what we have on the farm!"

"First time in the city, Miss Swift?" you ask.

"Please, call me Taylor," she giggled. "And yer darn tootin' it is! I reckon I ain't ever seen a building as huge as this one here!"

"I think you'll like it here in LA," you tell her. "Now for the matter of payment."

"Of course! Lemme dig out my wallet real quick!"

She patted herself down. "Shoot!" she cried. "I don't have my wallet!"

"Well, I'll have to kick yo out if you can't pay-"

"I never said I couldn't pay!" Taylor said. "I have...other ways..."

"What are these other ways?" you ask coyly.