Maya POV.
7 p.m.on the dot, I walked into the lobby of the hotel.
I looked around the place.
From the outside, it looked like a normal hotel, but once my feet crossed the threshold, I had a weird feeling.
This was no ordinary hotel.
While outside was painted white with a nice sign: Welcome to Paradise Hotel.
Inside was painted bright red with black accent colors.
Even the receptionist at the counter was dressed in red with heavy eyeliner and mascara.
As I approached the counter, the lady was looking at me from head to toe with her eyebrows shooting up to her hairline.
She must be wondering what a young girl like me would be doing in a place like this.
Good thing I had the initiative to go home and freshen up, change from my casual school clothes into something more exotic.
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