Vaggie recently came into your room, listening to your storytelling. She liked your theatrics. She told you Alastor had something to show all of them. You both came downstairs and after you watched what Alastor had produced Vaggie interrupted.

“I’m sorry, what the fuck was that?!”

She spoke angrily, she was furious that Alastor had made the Hotel look bad. She glanced at you before looking back at Alastor, narrowing her eyebrows.