Everything was going just fine until a red-haired fiend moved into the hotel next door.
Well, she came, so what?
Except that hotel is up for sale.
Has it already been sold? Is she the new owner?
I doubt it.
A lady who can afford to buy that dump shouldn’t be dressing in cheap little trinkets, but in at least somewhat branded clothes, right?
So who is she?
Should have asked!
I already did! And what did I hear?
"I don’t need your hotel! I have my own! I wanted to turn on the lights IN MY hotel!"
Bitch!
Could she really be the new owner? Then I’m forced to disappoint you, my dear. We won’t get along!