the hotel

Lauren pulled up to the seedy Riverside motel. Inwardly she was happy to see her old enemy wasn't doing very well, but she was also disgusted to be here. She wouldn't be caught dead at a dive like this normally.

Lauren straightened her skirt, grasped her purse and left her car. She sauntered into the hotel lobby. The old man behind the counter eyed her up and down. Lauren scoffed in annoyance (with a slight secret enjoyment that she always felt when men looked at her figure).

"I'm looking for a woman staying here." Lauren said.

"You a cop?" The old man asked suspiciously.

"What?! No!" Lauren said.

"Well, I can't tell you anything like that."

"Please? It's important..." Lauren said in a slightly babyish voice that she found always helped her get her way. She leaned over the counter a bit, pressing her large falsies together. She saw the old man captivated by her chest.

"It... I ain't supposed to..." The old man was wavering.

"Just tell me which room has a tall young woman with long black hair. She sounds like Dracula."

"Oh, the foreign lady?" The man said. "Alright, she's in room 409." He pointed down the hotel. "Just don't start no trouble or nothin'."

Lauren headed off. Men. They were so easily manipulated. Even though there was no way she'd ever touch an old sleaze like that, he still wanted her, and did what he could to please her. Such simple creatures.

Lauren banged on the door to room 409. After a moment Katrina opened it. She looked out in shock.

"Lauren?" She asked, shocked. "What are you doing here?"

Lauren hesitated. She hadn't actually thought this through very well, and had no idea what to say.