Is...that...The Countess?

You're scanning the room lazily and then you see her. It's the Countess, or you think it is at any rate. You glance at the picture above the bar, then back at her. Over and over you compare the two images. She sits down at the bar next to you, her midnight black dress hugging those lovely curves exquisitely as she motions for the barkeep to come over.

“Ah ... Jayson my love - come here,” She pulls the barkeep over and plants a kiss on either cheek and for a moment you swear you see his composure crack and a small smile play across his lips. Then he looks at you and the disdainful glare returns.

“Good evening, Countess - we had not expected your arrival this evening. I'm afraid neither I nor Meer prepared your lodgings nor selected any suitable 'candidates' to sate your thirst.”

The Countess chuckles and looks you over. Suddenly every little imperfection in your appearance comes flooding to the forefront of your mind. Your hair seems unkempt, your belt not cinched quite well enough, your pants stained and perhaps worst of all your mouth agape like some sort of idiot.

After inspecting you with her piercing blue eyes she turns to face you properly.

“They'll do ... Meer, darling!”

A bubbly woman emerges from behind the bar her face covered in ... something and her lipstick all smeared. “Yes my, luv?” She says in a voice like bottled sunshine. A voice you are all too familiar with from the Hotel. “What can I do for you?”

The Countess suppresses a giggle as Jayson straightens himself up and adjusts his pants.

“Have him cleaned up and brought to my lodgings as quickly as you can,” With that, the Countess makes her exit. You have no idea what her thirst entails but you are certain you will find out soon enough.