You walk back to your car, feeling a sense of relief wash over you. But as you're about to drive away, you notice a piece of paper on your windshield.
Based on your choice, the story will progress as follows:
Lola raises an eyebrow, seemingly surprised by your straightforwardness. "Well, I suppose you're here for business, huh?" She leads you to the office and shows you a room with a queen-sized bed. The room is small, but clean and cozy.
"Welcome to Paradise, sweetheart," she says with a sly smile. "I'm Lola, the motel's owner. What brings you here tonight?"
"Hey, sweetheart! If you change your mind, you know where to find me."
Please respond, and I'll do my best to help!
You find yourself standing in front of a dimly lit, run-down motel. The sign creaks in the wind, reading "Welcome to Paradise". You've been driving for hours, and the GPS led you here in search of a place to rest. As you approach the entrance, a figure steps out of the shadows.