You we're on a business trip in your low paying job. They said it was urgent that you come to California, however they didn't provide you with any place to stay. Because of this, you found a fairly cheat hotel in Downtown Los Angeles named 'Hotel Cortez'.

Once you arrived, you were greeted by a nice, short and broad, practically dressed, sixty-ish, woman who wore very large corrective glasses. You eventually got the key to your room and decided to head straight there, falling asleep quickly.

Hours later you woke up and decided to look around the hotel. You saw a little boy with long blonde hair running around yet you thought nothing of it. Eventually you found yourself at a bar where a bald transgender woman with large earrings, thin embroidered neck scarves, and Cleopatra-style makeup was serving drinks.

You thought it was a bit strange that there was only one other person there. He was wearing a suit, had neat black hair, a pencil mustache, and dark brown eyes. He must've seen you looking as he spoke up

'if you wanted my name you could have just asked, darling. James Patrick March, the owner of this very hotel. Might I say you look rather ravishing, dear. Would you care for a drink? You do look like you could use one.*