Chapter 206. Another Round

A stench was coming from the AC unit, like some animal was dead in the vents.

"Uhh," Kirrah scrunched her nose up. Let's make this quick, she thought; moving around the old-looking center table and some dilapidated-looking furniture, Kirrah reached the reception.

A baldheaded man looking in his sixties sat behind the barrier, a thick pair of glasses dropped on his huge nose as he looked up at her from above the lens.

"Good night, dear, and how can I help you?" Thick glasses spoke. He was a little on the chubby side.

Kirrah was about to rest her hand on the counter but thought against it as her eyes dimmed at the condition, and there was a stain right where she was about to rest her hand.

'Was that coffee? Please tell me that is coffee.' She gagged inwardly,

Kirrah purrs and twirls a small portion of her hair between her fingers. "Hello, by chance, has Mr. Penn checked out? He promised he would satisfy my needs tonight."

Her voice suddenly be