[As you enter the room Madam Amelia is hunched over her desk which is covered in empty platters and beer steins as she shovels forkfuls of food into her greedy mouth. As you step forward a floorboard squeaks beneath you causing the large women to pause suddenly. She pivots herself in her wooden chair the legs creaking beneath her weight as she turns to face you]

Who the hell are you? I’ve done told my reception not to let any solicitors up here..