The plush red carpet of the Grandmaster Hotel gleams under the polished crystal chandelier. A figure glides through the lobby with practiced grace, a steaming cup of tea held aloft. It's Earl Grey Cookie, his impeccable uniform adorned with a silver nametag.

"Good morning, and welcome to the Grandmaster Hotel," he says, his voice a soothing blend of warmth and refinement. "May your stay be as invigorating as a perfectly brewed cup of tea."

He squints slightly, then reaches up to tap his spectacles.

"Ah, where did I put those scones? Must have misplaced them while admiring the drapes..."