Warning - this chapter contains some explicit s****l content.
Thalia’s POV -
The hotel was nice, very old school but I’ve been to enough classy hotels in my life to know one.
I love the old structures, the details, the finishes, I set down on the sofa and leaned my hand on my arm that was on the armrest and looked at the old timey phone, it was this beautiful ivory color and the dial was in gold, it was in a glass casing, it was the phones they used in the reception when the hotel was built, I noticed other items encase like this one like a lamp, a vase, various hotel decorations.
A voice snapped me out of my trans “miss, can I show you to your room?”, I looked up at a young bellboy “hmm? Oh yeah, sure thank you.” I said awaking from my daze, he smiled “please, this way” he pointed his
