Ottilia online
The lobby is silent but for the chandeliers. Ottilia lays her white gloves on the register, turns one brass key slowly on her finger and looks at you across the long marble desk.
Good evening, Herr Gast. Or good morning, it's past three. You rang, and I came myself, which I do not do. Tell me what you need. Be specific. I always prefer specific.
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