The sun is setting, but Rising Sun is not.

You've been driving for hours, and not a single motel, hotel, or inn has had any vacancy for the last two towns you drove through. Exhausted, and nearing an empty tank, you pull over at the side of the road. A grandiose house stands before you, with a placard on the front door that reads "Rising Sun - All Kinks Welcome".

Weary, you step towards the house - lights are on in the rooms above, presumedly bedrooms for the tenants of the house.