Chishee wasn't comfortable with the staff's scheme. She
hired succubae because of the cultural biases against them, not so they could
eat the hotel's clientele for tips. The only reason she hid their covert buffet
of debauchery was that, if exposed, she'd go to prison with them. The succubae rationalized
to Chishee that they only took on suicidal clients, giving them the happy
endings they all craved. They let her keep all the room fees, and when she
still deliberated on turning them in, offered her a cut of their blood money.
That, she flatly refused. Attendance rose from its prior flatness, though, so
that she could barely keep rooms open, or the dumpsters out back empty. It was
a moral quagmire for the intrepid hotel owner. Her reservations had truly grown.
Wow...that's a hotel to stay away from.
ReplyDeleteYeah, I agree, that is a hotel to stay far away from.
ReplyDeleteShe made a deal with the wrong staff.
ReplyDeleteI pity the guest who changes his or her mind about the suicide at the last minute.
ReplyDeleteI love the play on her growing reservations. Thank you John. (Though surely the room fees are also blood money.)
ReplyDeleteLove the last sentence. ;) Nice play on meanings and what interesting staff!
ReplyDeleteInteresting!Creepy but interesting!It could be a nice prologue!
ReplyDeleteInteresting!Creepy but interesting!It could be a nice prologue!
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